And then I scrolled through old LJ entries looking for a backup of something, and now I'm feeling maudlin again. Damnit. I'm having another one of those "let's just pack a bag and wander off" moods. Argh. And there will now be weird-ass dreams with mysterious scrolls and sentient-vine-filled apartments and people on bicycles outside my window visible only by the glowing tips of their cigarrettes and nuclear explosions that destroy everything except my bedroom.
ARGH. This is what makes me unlikeable.
Work is going to be so much fun tomorrow. :(
...and now I go the hell to bed.