Let's go, let's go

It's my last day at work. I'm supposed to go to the tea room at 4pm and get the card that has been doing the rounds (I hear.)

Right now, it's oh so quiet.

It might also be my last day at the gym. Maybe I'll flirt with someone, just for the hell of it. It's not like they'll ever see me again.

(no subject)

"Media and observers were kept outside while the tape was shown to the court in December. One newspaper said a woman almost fainted during the film, which shows Meiwes talking to the severed head while he disembowels the body, hung from a butcher's hook in his slaughter room."

I feel sorry for the jurors in this case.

Almost tea time - the terminus

In 13 minutes I'm going to the tea room. Gentle talk, questions about my future. Tea and biscuits and cake.

Then I'm going home and not coming back. I feel deflated.

This is the end of my constant Livejournal presence. This is the end of me-reading-you-and-replying-at-all-times. I won't be on Livejournal as often anymore.

2003 didn't end for me on the 31st of December; it's ending now. Or better, it's ending when I'm packed into that airplane on Wednesday and fly across the Atlantic. It ends with me, dressed in shorts and t-shirt, arriving in Brazil and beginning 5 weeks of bliss.

Achtung. Good bye?