Okay, really you know what the worst idea in the world is? To start packing at midnight when your flight's at six in the morning. Oh god, take my word for it, not fun and mostly terrifying. So I'm to Cambodia for a bit, mainly to see the Angkor Wat before it falls to pieces, on a bit of a whim really. And while yes, taking a passing fancy and running with it seemed like a good idea at the time (you only feel young and therefore invincible once, and only so often do you have money especially then), perhaps running off with a boy not even two months into a relationship to an exotic foreign locale may be a mite too ridiculous for even me.

Ha ha ha, oh god how terrifying, what is it I'm doing (packing too late, for one, and finding myself much further in much faster than I had anticipated), and it's entirely my doing, but at the very least I can't say it's not keeping things exciting, eh?

(Although, next time a bit less terror would be nice and probably better advised. But oh god, I really can't remember the last time I had this exhilarating a mix of terror and excitement!)