time is running, sprinting in fact..

..I have my train ticket to London, the Eurostar is booked,
and the interRail ticket is in my suitcase.

It is 80 minutes from the end of 2007 my hair is greasy and will stay so until next year.
There is unnecessary screaming going on outside and I am running late to attend a party.

Still not packed, of course not....
Still only half way through two more applications.
Staring at the clock, wishing it would slow down.

Leaving the desk behind now to return at 1am.
No sleep tonight.