Tempus Fugit my Seismic One

Mishalak is picks out one more item of clothing and examines himself in the mirror. "Perfect," he chortles to himself while examining his choice for his trip to Minneapolis. Then he shouts, in the style of Irma Prunesquallor, "Only three days to go!" (This is really funny if you've seen Gormenghast, I swear.)

That's what I wanted to write yesterday. Today I'm feeling rather better. I had a nice visit with Rose tonight and last night I chatted with filkerdave. So positive outlook and all that. Picking out clothes for my trip and starting to pack.

The best part of packing is the moment when I realize that I get to wear something on the plane too so I can get in that one last item after all.