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[belisima]

I have spent the majority of my day packing. The interesting thing about this is that after about the sixth hour or so, one stops giving a crap about neatly labeling everything and just starts cramming things into boxes. What's even more interesting is that I don't even have that much stuff and I can't for the life of me figure out why this is taking so damn long. Every time I feel like I'm getting close to being done I look around and see more stuff that needs to be packed. It's like things are crawling out of the boxes when my back is turned. I think I can hear them laughing at me. Or it may just be that I'm really, really tired.

At this point I'm tempted to drag everything that's left outside to set it on fire. Then we'll see who's laughing.