My mom and dad went out the other day and bought me this HUGE suitcase-- specifically one just big enough to fit me, Oprah c. 1992, Oprah c. 2005, and everything I own. Also: it's red, and cute, has shiny black wheels, and I love it (I may just marry it, but I'll hold out 'til I see a ring). Of course, I leave tomorrow evening and I still haven't packed. I need to do about three loads of laundry, exchange my money, send my new Scottish landlady my deposit, and figure out where I put my darned passport, but these things tend to take care of themselves, so I won't stress. And guess what? This time Friday, I'll be in LONDON. Friggin' London!! Eeeeeeeee!!! The actual getting there part should be interesting since I haven't
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