The bags are packed, the friends are called (or will be tonight), and the boxes are ready to ship. Somehow, it just figures that my last days have been spent with the evil, evil "Hollaback Girl" in my head. I may nominate it for worst song of the century. Gwen, what did you do, girl?
London calling!
See you in a few days.
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