Nothing builds self-esteem and self-confidence like accomplishment.*

I now have a flight reservation for August 23 and liability insurance.

Woo-hoo!

Now, I just need to reserve a room at a youth hostel - probably various hostels - and then The Rest (i.e. unpack, pack, store, find a room).

So feeling a bit beter about things, even if my body is a super jerk for being so psychosomatic. (Nausea and cramps are even less fun when it's all about nerves.)

And now, my dears, before I leave you for a brief respite at the beach - where I'll ponder about Cthulhu and furnished rooms - I give you icons.

Feel free to comment. *pokes* *whistles innocently*

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Created with angelamaria's Icon Table Generator @ Bauble

( Isn't he pretty? Clicky for more. )

* Thomas Carlyle**
** Lookit, "Carlyle". I hadn't even noticed. :)

Poetic leavings

We're just taking turns
holding each other's hands.

Walk me down the hall,
I'll walk you through the door.
***
I closed my hand into a crush
and berries burst in a gush
at the mouth of the river.*

* This last was formed listening to the band Fair to Midland, thinking how it's like Waiting for Godot's Lucky singing, or EECummings on crack.