Little Black Book

Could this be pre-hols nerves? It's 2:15am and i sitting here thinking next week this time, i'll be on my way. Hanging out at Travel Guy #2 pad tonight eating pizza and watching the never-ending extended saga Return of the King, it struck us three that the next time we see each other would be in our apartment in times square. Now that's a thought i can't get my head around!

I got my travel journal today. It's little, black and downright ugly ('cos the uglier the book, the more comfortable i am writing in it) and i am excited at the prospect of filling it up with stories and memories to read for a long time.