Got some shopping done today, among my loot a full-length leather skirt. I think I have enough leather in my closet to have killed a whole cattle.
We leave on thursday, so I probably should start packing. I just can't find the motivation. I can't make myself stop worrying about classes and bureaucracy related things. I used to be able to enjoy the quiet moments, but now they just make me edgy. I need to be doing something constantly.