I don't think I know how not to have a clock in my head. 27 days, three weekends that I don't have something insane to do (this weekend doesn't count because I'll be in San Francisco begging the consulate to give me a visa)... yeah. I keep telling myself that I have a good chunk of time left, but it's still kind of terrifying.

And we might end up chatting in the mornings before work. ^_^