London Calling

This will be short and to the point.

Sort of like a toothpick.

I'm leaving for London in T-4 hours.

And so I bid you adieu. As I trek off into the sunset (or sunrise, mind you).

To feast my wondering eyes on all things fish and chippy, Harry Potter, and backward driving.

Am I scared? You betcha.

Am I still going?  Dadoy.

Am I to the point of having lived alone for so long that I'm conversing with myself? That's irrelevant.

See ya on the flip side.

Amitiés :)