surely twelve kilos isn’t enough?
I just practiced packed. That is, I put all the clothes on my pre-existing “For Vietnam” list into my backpack along with “teaching supplies” and toiletries. My backpack is pretty small, because I actually would be unable to carry a big one. Packing for a long time is a very strange feeling, the idea that you wont be wearing the clothes you leave behind for months is odd. How much underwear to take is a quandry. Whether to take three debating/conference shirts another. Everything fitted in quite easily and weighed only 12 kilos, which is quite alarming really, although I will have to add a dictionary and some more teaching stuff before I go.
The novelty of being home is wearing off. Which is good I suppose because I’m leaving so soon. I have a horrible head/face ache, which feels like someone has hit my head with a brick. My father is annoyed at me because I’ve done nothing all day. I’m a bit annoyed with myself about this, not annoyed enough to do anything though. I am going through my photos from Europe and making them look better, which feels kind of like cheating. Some of them are really cool; I’m a bit scared about going to get them printed though because it all seems rather complicated. I should be burning CDs for going away. I have a list. It’s going to take forever though because WMP wont let me burn them consecutively.
