I keep watching that god forsaken countdown tick down. 86 hours. I have a lot to do in the next 86 hours. Find a hotel room in Sydney for New Years Eve. Pick up my tickets. Get out my passport. Say goodbye, in prose and in person. Sleep. Write. Look at the stars. Pray for snow. Say thank you, in thought, word, and deed. Upload this site. Pray. Get FMI straightened out, or at least headed in the right direction. Watch West Wing. Think of someone else. Re-recognize exactly how spoiled I am. Order and express ship a power-converter to here, so I can actually use my laptop down under. A lot to do...

I think, with something like this, it might be a good thing to get engrossed in the details, to completely preoccupy myself with the above-listed items. I'm not worried about my safety. I'm not worried about my travelling. I'm not worried about getting robbed. I'm not worried about how hard my classes are going to be. I'm worried about saying goodbye. Things will undeniably change in the 6 odd months I'll be gone. Who will have forgotten me? Who will have found a replacement for me? Who will have stopped checking this website out of lack of interest?

Idle thoughts, I guess, and pointless because I can't predict anything at all, but haunting nonetheless.

"May sleep give ye all his rest."