Procrastination 101

I am tired of packing and unpacking and repacking and generally boxing up some areas of my life.

While I sit here, in a forest of boxes, I seem to be walleyed. One eye looking back at what I've left behind and the other looking forward to what lies ahead. I'm beginning to feel it... not homesickness but people-sickness. I miss my lovely LA "family" and while I know I'm on the right path and I will meet new people and extend my London "family"...right now it just kind of sucks :-( So before I go all maudlin on y'all. I'll leave you with my "stolen" goodbye words!

The Parting Glass (High Kings version)

Of all the money that e'er I had,
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm I've ever done,
alas it was to none but me.
And all I've done for want of wit
to mem'ry now I can't recall;
So fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be to you all.

[So] fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate’er befalls
And gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all

Of all the comrades that e'er I had,
They're sorry for my going away.
And all my sweethearts that e'er I had,
They'd wish me one more day to stay.
But since it fell unto my lot,
That I should rise and you should not,
I gently rise and softly call,
Good night and joy be to you all.

Fill to me the parting glass
And drink a health whate’er befalls
And gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all!

Slainte!!! to you all! xx