On Departure And A Twelve Hour Goodbye

Wow, that was harder than I thought it would be.

To elaborate, the idea originally came to me on a Thursday night (that would be yesterday). I was in my room, watching Arrested Development and drinking a glass of wine that my parents had so graciously offered me, and wondering how my friends would fare without me. I was off to London, a supreme master of the universe, a hero amongst men, a total stud, etc, etc. Then they came over.

I had thought, innocently, bring them round! How difficult could a night of Guitar Hero and waxing philosophical with my brother possibly be? Um, party!? And an awesome party-time it was. There was some dancing, and some dip, and some being oh so excited. And now they’ve headed off, and I’m hanging out in my room.

And now I’m nervous.