Sometimes I frustrate myself
I fail at life. My flight leaves at 11:45 so I set my alarm for 9. I still hadn't packed and I needed to shower. And I woke up at 9:40 in a panic. Turns out I set my alarm for 9pm. I managed to shove enough clothes for a month into a couple bags and run out the door. Turns out I didn't need to rush since the Raleigh airport is only slightly bigger than the Roanoke airport. But I hate being rushed and I have no idea if I packed the right clothes or shoes. It's very likely I'm going to get to my granny's house with 12 shirts and a pair of jeans.
The other thing that's stressing me out is I wanted to have my jon/spencer big bang sent to betas but it's not even half done. I believe this is what one calls screwed.
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