The habitual rite of packing

Whenever I travel somewhere that is not the local grocery

store, I get Reisefieber from the moment I start packing

or sometimes even ealier on.

Not saying it's bad. Just a major anticipative

rambling in the stomach and being a tad touchier

then usual. I always worry I'll forget

something important, or will drag along something

not very much so.

See the dictionary for my picture by the definition

of abysmally travel ferverishly testy.

I blame inbred neurosis and happily live on.

Just doncha ppl annoy me today :D

Or do.. Might be fun and interesting. For me

mostly but still :PPP

Ok. Going to shut up now and go back to packing.

Back to singing 'Wicked' aloud and wondering

when roommates and neighbours will chime in.

Should I prepare lyrics for them or something?:>

Mood:

Reisefieberish enough...