Probably going to have to make this one short and sweet today, seeing as I am living in the depths of a world known as Packing Hell currently. Actually, I don't even know why I'm sitting here complaining right now seeing as I've known about my move for, oh, about two months and it's entirely my fault that I have a total of zero boxes packed and taped up. The good news is that tonight is my last night sleeping in this apartment so I'm really setting myself up for great amounts of stress and misery. More good news is that my moving container that's supposed to fit my entire life doesn't look like it could fit an hour of my life, so that's going to be a real pleasure come tomorrow when my friends come to help me load it up. I hope one of them has some serious Tetris skills.
Also good news that is actually good news is that Jimmy Johns delivers so I don't have to pretend I'm even close to being presentable enough for the general public for the next few days. Err, or for the next week and a half considering I'll be spending more time in my car over the next week than I ever want to spend in a car ever. Ever. Good thing bear's meeting me in Atlanta and then I can talk his ears off until he inevitably wants to place duct tape over my mouth and then volunteers to do all of the driving so I fall asleep and stop talking.
Don't say I'm not good at making plans.
As far as Sir goes, she's just living the dream one day at a time. Currently she's looking at me as if she belongs in a ASPCA commercial, accompanied by no other than Sarah McLachlan, because she wants my BLT and I didn't order extra B which means I have none to spare. Except for the piece I just gave her. She wins every single time.
I guess I'll go back to trying to figure out how to pack up my life some more. Hopefully this time I actually get some stuff in boxes instead of getting overwhelmed, sitting in the middle of my living room panicking, and trying to stop myself from popping all of the bubble wrap.
Moving is a real bitch.