Today was Tuesday...and what a long Tuesday it was. I felt like Tantalus-about to drink the water only to have it drain away beneath my feet; about to pick the fruit off the tree only to have the stupid tree say no and leap up out of my reach.
Thanksgiving will no longer suck so much seeing as I have legally downloaded three Muse concerts in order to alleviate any case of boredom I may experience. I have a choice: I can either go with one from 2001, one from 2004, or one from 2006. Each has its own unique merits, but my mood on Thursday will really determine which one gets my vote.
I should be packing now; I have so much to do before I leave tomorrow and here I am not doing anything at all, 'cept typing. Em's packing like a maniac; but she's had more time than me, anyway.
Now I'm into a debate over whether I should pack my stuffed moose Mustard, my sheep Cotton, and my monkey Bongo (oh and Heathcliff, too) and send them home now or wait until Christmastime and pack them in with everything else. Choices, choices...
Along with books, DVD's, videos, jewelry...should I pack it all in a box and send it home yet or send it home along with me and spend a large portion of two weeks sorting the stuff out, along with trying to sort out what goes overseas with me?
The stress is killing me. Mustard is up on my DVD's looking sad at me-I think he LIKES being here, but he's not something I NEED down here. Same with the other three...
Well, I should make these decisions when I haven't sat in class and ignored the teacher for three straight hours. I was reading the book he assigned. Shame on me.
Gotta go pack. This would be so much easier if I had beaming technology...or a U-Haul to call my own...
Cheers,
Bec
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