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[delga]

So, I was really worried that if I stayed in bed until 8am, I'd be totally late for my bus. Except, it's 8am now and I...am ready. I have to put my laptop into the suitcase but that's always the last thing that I do before I leave. Having a slight issue with extra bags. The clothes I washed yesterday? Still wet. This is because the heating in the house is apparently fucked enough so that it only comes on for short periods when it's supposed to be on permanently. Well, when we've got it switched on, obviously.

(Random: I love Mo Dutta. He's so funny, and the music he plays is always topnotch. I'm also a big fan of that new Nelly Furtado song, especially the composition of voice to music in the verses. /dork)

Anyway, I need to find space for: the wet/damp clothes, the laptop (not exactly certain it's going to fit, yet - aie), a pair of shoes (my flats, I'm wearing my boots) and my PJs & ponchos. I think I'm going to have to look for a strong plastic bag (a la BHS bags, omg) and put things in that. So. I'll have my suitcase, my backpack, my book bag (cloth bag with books in it - wishes_of_stone gave it to me last Christmas!) and a plastic bag full of odds and ends? Need a little duffel, really, to reduce the crap I'm carrying. It's because my suitcase is small and I have so many books to take home with me, too. Sigh.

(Random, addendum: now there's some scary gruff, cockney-ish guy on the radio. Aie. "How 'bout vat den?" That guy has nothing but glottal stops, bloody hell.)

So, when I leave, I need to make sure my laundry is in my room and not in The Flatmate's which is where I left it because her room is bigger and it gave me space to move around mine. She's gone, anyway, and it's likely I'll be back before her, so, whatever. OK. Time to hunt down a stonger plastic bag. Talk to you when I get home!