Going, going, gone.

Today's post really was supposed to look like this:

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Checklist:

• Make the crucial decision which clothes to take to Ireland. Change your mind at least 13 times. Then change it again. CHECK
• Lay out all the stuff you intend to take on your bed. Leave it there right until you want to go to bed, then realize that there's no room for you. CHECK
• Spend at least two hours agonizing about which CDs to bring. CHECK
• Repeat as necessary with books. CHECK
• Pack your rucksack and hand luggage. Pack everything you own. Totally ignore the fact that you are going to have to carry around all this stuff all by yourself tomorrow. CHECK
• Spend at least 20 minutes of every hour on facebook, waiting for people to respond to something extremely witty you've written. CHECK
• Return Spooks-DVDs to library, get all the cash your bank will give you (ever again), buy plenty of cheap and light convenience food for those nine nights in hostels. CHECK
• Buy a maxi-pack of earplugs for those nine nights in hostel dorms. CHECK
• Hoover the flat, tidy up, water the flowers, put your bike into the basement, take down the garbage, do the dishes, have far too much pasta and wait for your travel companion to arrive. CHECK
• Oh, and annoy everyone around you by rubbing it in over and over again that you are off on the best of all holidays tomorrow. ...and CHECK!