It’s Saturday morning and I’m all done here. I think I’ll just head down to the bus station rather than sit around (if I sit around I’ll just start thinking of “oh, that could be handy” things to put in my bags, and I’m sure I’ve actually packed all I need, so that would just be stupid). I’ll be about an hour early for the bus (I don’t think I’ll make the earlier bus to the airport), but I’ve got a book, so who cares. I’ll find somewhere that sells coffee, and I’ll be allright. I just want to get moving.
9 hours. I guess I really will survive, after all.
See y’all.
Voice in my head: Prefab Sprout – Cars and Girls