Waiting

I'm bored.

My legs are jiggling uncontrollably like an impatient Chinese man.

I'm annoying everyone with my happiness.

I even tidied my desk.

I'm contemplating the risk of eating another banana.

And I think I've outdone myself with my packing. Not only is it light and minimalistic but it's organised too. I have morphed into my mother with full force. Hand sanitiser? Yes. Spare plastic bags? Fuck yes - take three. I've even applied three coats of organisation to my nails. The first is an undercoat. Then two layers of grey. Then a final coat to seal it so my nails will be able to endure 3.5 weeks of hardcore fun. Shit, that's 4 coats of organisation. Arghh. Why can't I ever be a proper half Chinese person and add up correctly in my head?

4 hours til I can go to the airport.