Reassertion of Norms

As zero hour approaches, this new cloak of pre arranged pre planned unusualness is slipping away, and my more normal character resumes. You know, that one that really irritated everybody, the tendency towards waking up a bit late and deciding to pack an hour after I should have checked in.

In keeping with this, I excelled myself tonight. The night before I move all my stuff out at the crack of dawn tomorrow morning.
I stood in the middle of a destroyed flat, wigged out quietly. Flapped my arms. Jumped up and down exactly twice.
Realised I'll move house tomorrow whatever I do. So who gives a fuck?

Went out and got pissed with a friend, had a glorious time.

Oops.