I'm headed out in about an hour to enjoy a last round of drinking and conversation with my good friend before I head to London tomorrow.  Managed to grab a hotel right next to Gatwick Airport, so Tuesday shouldn't involve too much of a race.  And Monday is simply a straight shot down the Victoria line to the station -- a true blessing given that I have about 120 lbs of luggage.

Feeling unbelievably depressed, though, now having successfully dropped out of graduate school (failure and all that), as well as having discovered, to my own shock, that I really miss living in America.  (For all of its flaws, -- and, yes, they are many -- it's home, and I'm happy to be going back.)  But excited.  On my way to Atlanta.  Time to go to work, and to perhaps (stay tuned) even start a business with a friend of mine, if I can get something more solid out of an idea I've been thinking about for some time now.

Plus, hey, it's presidential election season.  Anybody still care to bet against me after the midterms (cough, Mig, cough)? ;)

Still, much I should've said, and a near-infinite amount I should've done.

Maybe next time.

Be nice to America. Or we'll bring democracy to your country.