Test Run

So here I sit in my pyjamas, creating a blog when I should be sleeping in. I have just become even more wired and connected, taking up a greater part of the mantle of the internet, which is the blessing and the bane of my generation (I still don't know how to text yet, so at least my spelling and grammatical skills are somewhat intact). Anyway, I'm ten days away from my trip to Cork--that's 240 hours--I think--and things are more than a little bit surreal. I still have yet to pack and buy new underwear, so I'm off to have some breakfast and dig my luggage out of Harry's Cupboard beneath out basement stairs.