Five Days to Psycho Dice

I haven't been able to conduct a conversation that isn't about my teeth.

I haven't been packing anything, though I'm moving my stuff tomorrow. Keep figuring life's too short to spend my last days in London not enjoying people.

I haven't been doing supremely well at not drinking; champagne cocktails in spectacular location are difficult to resist.

I haven't been worrying so much about what next week will be like. Fatalistic cheerfulness was late arriving, but arrive it did.