I am trying to figure out whether Blogger's notoriously sketchy 'scheduled post' button works. So, if all goes well, by the time you read this I'll have actually gotten up and dressed and fed myself and ridden around a bit on my new *bike!* and be frantically finishing my packing.
I've been saying goodbye all week. I had a few friends over to have lobsters, and our malevolent dinners rendered us all more sticky and juicy and pungent than they themselves started off. No matter, it was delicious, and afterward we retired to The Barn, which should really just be my official residence for all the time I spend there, and watched Wall•E. Because it is seriously the sweetest movie ever made, possibly beating even E.T. But I'm not going to pit them against one another, there's a generational advantage here.
Ever tried to play table football (though I understand that Americans call this "foosball") with a strobelight on?
Because I am a bitch to myself, I'm going to remind you all and myself where I was two weeks ago by throwing you one İstanbul photo I absolutely failed to put up before.
I'm smelling good things from downstairs, so I am going to put on some clothes now, seeing as one of my mother's granola bitches (she's hired a couple boys from my old high school) is probably down there, and go have what may be the last good breakfast of my life. We'll see.