I’m supposed to be packing. Obviously, I’m procrastinating a wee bit. I’m excited, because I’m moving myself and the crazy cat (unless anyone wants her? Anyone?) a block south and two floors up.

I’m currently at that partially packed phase where boxes are springing up everywhere and shelves are looking bare, but it doesn’t look PACKED. Hopefully I’ll achieve packed this weekend so I can get the place all spic and span. Ish.

Gonna get off my ass in a minute and then go do something constructive. Like…watch TV. Or sleep. Or pack something.

2 thoughts on “Packing

  1. I don’t even want to think what packing this house is going to involve when we move. Ugh. My brain hurts just thinking about it. More space in the new place?


  2. The space is better laid out and there are nifty extras like being above ground and having a balcony and a kitchen that doesn’t look like it was designed for a bachelor midget.


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