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By the time you guys read this, I'll be in AFRICA!!! I only have five days left before I leave and I can't begin to describe how I'm feeling. But I shall try... I've now come through the primal terror barrier, and find myself about to explode with mounting excitement (gosh!) - a sensation infinitely preferable to primal terror, but requiring a similar (VAST) surge of adrenalin. Twice in the last ten days I've - severely - flooded the bathroom; this is very unlike me. The first time I did it was bad enough, but fortunately it hadn't reached the main room. The second time however I only discovered what I'd done when I opened the door of the main room into the tiny passage leading to the bathroom, only to be knocked off my feet by the domestic equivalent of a tsunami. I'm not going to describe the chaos that ensued, the soaking carpets, the red flannel face cloth - which prior to being swept away managed to bleed colour into the carpets (blue) and left them an astonishingly unattractive shade of brown - or how five days later, the heavy Indian rug is still sopping wet despite central heating, a coal fire and a large halogen heater competing to redress the balance. So I shan't. I keep getting up and pacing the room and it's only Lemar singing If There's Any Justice on the CD player (on repeat) that is keeping me remotely grounded. Thanks Lemar, I owe you one. I want to write so much more, but I no longer have the luxury of time. I have to get myself organized and packed, and most of all I have to SLEEP. When the adrenalin kicks in, I find sleep increasingly difficult to achieve, and my appetite is non-existent. I become paraysed by indecision, stay up all night and go to bed at dawn. So I'm trying to ensure that I'm firing on at least, several cylinders by the time I leave. I'M SO EXCITED!!! I'm going totally into the unknown. I shall be living with animals and Nature; their world will overtake and consume me, I shall be transformed into a creature of the forest, I shall run free with the animals, sleep with them in their lairs until I become one with them. 'Jackson, you're going to Africa NOT Richmond Park'. I want an African night sky filled with huge silver stars, I want to reach out and pluck one from the heavens, be covered in silver dust and moonbeams. I want to be the Goddess of the dark side of the moon.' Bloody hell girl... get a GRIP!'
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