I'd like to file an objection...

I woke up in a state of panic this morning from a dream in which I'd not finished my Whitby packing (had indeed barely started it) and my ride had arrived.

Bloody goths. Stop thinking so loud - it's leaving echoes in some weird residual energy format which my head is apparently susceptible to.

Incidentally, I have over 600 backed up friends entries to read - I'm trying to catch up, but I'm guessing it will be a good few days before I'm up to date with whatever people have posted over the last week, and then I'll have to catch up the bits that have happened while I was catching up that lot :)