Amazing how slow a day is when you’re killing time. I have an 8 pm flight that I’m trying to get changed to something earlier—so Lisa doesn’t have to pick me up at 1 am.
In the meantime, I’ve: had donuts with Charlie and Carie (on whose floor, surrounded by boxes, I slept last night—their lease is up today), seen part of “About a Boy” (giving up halfway through—I don’t think I can watch a Hugh Grant movie again without restraints), browsed through Borders and HMV, had lunch at John Harvards (where the bartender very nicely spotted me a free pint of Pale Ale as a farewell gift) and tea at Tealuxe. In other words, messed about. I hope the flight can be changed, as I’m running out of ways to mess about.