[autoheadsmack]

it's not as if i chickened out -- no opportunity ever really presented itself.


but it is, a bit, as if i chickened out.

damn, damn, damn --

-- little ache in the back of my throat.  by my calculations, this will be a nasty head cold just in time for me to get on the plane on saturday.  ARGH.

[this entry was interrupted by the phone ringing; it was Homeboy, which surprised me, but i was even more surprised, and then amused, when the following conversation ensued:

me: hello?
homeboy:  hi, is this [not my name at all]?
me:  uh -- no.  it's [me].
him:  ... oh!
me (smiling):  wow, did you call the wrong number.
him:  yeah, i guess i did.
me:  it's because you miss me, i know.
him (over this):  well -- i've arrived.
me:  you're in belfast?
him:  i'm in belfast.
me:  cool.  listen, i'm not going to come get you at the airport.
him:  no, probably not.
me:  you should probably call [not my name at all] for that.
him:  yeah.  well ... okay, have a good day.

hee.  actually it's not normal for me to be awake at this hour, and i understand from my mother that my voice mail doesn't give my name or anything -- so if i hadn't answered the phone, he'd have left a message and then wondered why his host-people in belfast weren't coming to get him.  fate! or something?  heh.  at least there'll be something to talk about later.]

RAR

RAR

RAR

PACKING SUCKS