o.o

So... ignoring my fever (which wasn't really a fever, but what else are you supposed to call it?) does the trick, I suppose.
I declare myself fit for going on a holiday. :)

My mood isn't the best, I must admit and I'm not sure I really, really WANT to go... but I guess it's good for me and we've been planning this forever and it probably will be wonderful.
So.
:)

Things to do:
give B the stuff so she can apply for me
plan what to pack
get addresses of the people I want to write to
make sure Mom's got all the addresses of the places we'll be staying.