Yesterday I took a sick day at work to get some traveling related errands done.
I managed almost none of those errands, and acquired new ones besides >:( Thanks, government offices, it's been real.
Day before yesterday my aunt from Germany called and asked if I'd like a free day trip to Amsterdam the day after I arrive at their place. It would mean little sleep and many hours on a bus, and then two more days of traveling to Berlin. Like an idiot, I didn't get back to her in time (there was a very narrow window) and so passed on the trip :/ I mean, I know why I didn't get back to her - I was, in that moment, so utterly exhausted that the thought of lack of sleep NEXT WEEK while I'll BE ON VACATION was too depressing to contemplate.
At least I got some packing done. It seems average temperatures during my trip will range from 14c (Hanover, London) to 25c (Marseilles), which is such a joy to pack for! 14c means literally the warmest clothes I own
and 25c is the clothes I wear at the height of summer. This is extra lovely considering most of my clothes are packed away in storage containers at my parents'. At least I've discovered I have an ample amount of pants to take with me. That's half the job done right there, I suppose.
Also, let me just whine for a moment about how utterly terrible I look while traveling :/ I think the only trip where I was dressed reasonably has been India last year, because the weather was exactly what I'm used to so all my regular clothes fit the bill. My winter wardrobe is in a sad state of affairs, and I've been putting off dealing with it for a few years because you know, I can make it through a couple of months of work wearing ugly sweaters, and I have 1-2 winter outfits for when I need to wear something nice. I make what amounts to minimum wage in this city, so I prioritized summer clothes (and what I could afford to buy was super cheap/plain, but at least comfortable and fitting).
Anyway, I dug out a bunch of stuff and tried on clothes and whatever to see what I'd pack, and basically, half the stuff I'll bring will be my mom's (we don't have the same taste at all) and the other half will make me look like a giant, fuzzy puff ball :/ I mean, I don't actually care what I look like when I travel (I know some people do, I don't, I also don't care about "looking like a tourist" since I am in fact a tourist) but it's just annoying because I'll be meeting fannish friends for the first time and it sucks to meet new people you like while you feel like you're wearing someone else's clothes.
Meanwhile youtube made me watch 2+ minutes of a sanitary pads commercial before it would let me see a 30 second promo for next week's Outlander
. Which is either extremely fitting or one of the best symbolic expressions of the patriarchy I've ever seen.( about last week's outlander )
In other news, if anyone wants me to tell them what Outlander and Battlestar Galactica have in common (since they were both adaptations created by the same dude) do feel free, because I have Thoughts.
I doubt I'll be able to announce when every chapter of this fic is posted, but while I'm able: Chapter 3
of The Way You Drink Your Coffee is up.