Chaotic as the trip to Vancouver draws nearer and nearer - something about going on a brief sabbatical makes me confused, thinking of all the things I need to get done after work tonight. Laundry, pack the bag, remember my toothbrush, clean underwear, reading material (Two Jerry Cornelius novels by Michael Moorcock), all of those little bits and pieces you're supposed to worry about. I also need to make sure my room is clean so that it isn't terrifying in a week when I return.
That's right. A week; when I get back from Vancouver, Michelle's sister and her cat will be in our house and I'll be living in brief exile. The positives defy the negatives, of course - right now, Michelle could use a visit from her sister, what with the horrible treatment she's getting from the bank and the medical conditions.
Vancouver will be a madhouse: a trip to Science World with Brown and a few other people (while the rest of the friends go to Playland - meh), inevitably crashing on somebody's floor like six-year-olds at a drunken orgiastic slumber party (what? Muppet Babies? Ha?), the riotious reiteration of the semi-regular Matthew/Ben team-up (I hear this time we're fighting Lex Luthor and the Joker) with cynicism and biting wit going up against drunken, rowdy homosexuals. Then there's going to be a parade. Probably be brunch in there somewhere. All to get home by Sunday night.
And remember kids: Nice. And. Smooth.