My plane ticket, it turned out, hadn't exactly been paid for. Something about Austine's account, they said. But I called back and tried again and things are fine now and I'm still going. Hallelujah.

But I can't explain why I felt so nervous after I'd talked to the airlines fellow. While I waited for Austine to come back, I did everything I could to stay occupied and take my mind off things. It did absolutely no good, though I do have a few more pages of Biology notes now.

Makes me wonder if, now that I'm finally out of the house, I'm toting the wanderlust demon alongside my books. Maybe, as it turns out, I'm one of those people who always wants to be somewhere else. I hope not. I'm always up for going places, to the point that I've repeatedly waded into trouble, but I'd like to think it isn't compulsive. Leave me my delusions, won't you?

Ach, but I can't wait for the break.

Adieu.