Stitches in time

9 days. My flight is early evening, next wednesday.

One way, home to the frozen north. Because I'm clever, I decided to do this first thing in the morning on the first day in weeks I've actually tried to look nice and put on some makeup. I'm back to feeling like a total wreck, tear-smeared eyeliner and all, and it's not even 11.

The shiny side of the tinfoil hat:

Two very good friends from WoW, one who came down to see the Nightwish show with us last year and another, are road-tripping down here. They're leaving today and will be here tomorrow :) Surprise surprise!!