It's freezing in this room. Most of my stuff is moved out of it and I'm looking at the nails stuck in the wall, now holding nothing but empty space, I feel a tinge of nervous butterflies flickering in my stomach. I keep finding myself a bit weary late at night. Tired from the long day I just had and worn out by the thoughts constantly flooding into ( Read more... )

Back in Santa Ana packing up my over-abundance of crap. Surprisingly I've done really well with leaving things behind. A box sits by the door filled with old books, art supplies and miscellaneous bullshit that I don't wish to take with me, or am completely convinced will melt or ruin in storage. Most of my books (including comics) have been packed ( Read more... )

I have a planner. I keep it in my purse. I write my work schedule in it, I keep receipts in it (I file them when I get home), I write memos in it, etc. You'd think someone with such determination to be organized would know what day it is, right? No. You'd also think that she'd know her week schedule by heart. Yeah, no. At least I'm making effort ( Read more... )

I'm moving a few towns over next month. This means I have to pack... again. I hate packing ( Read more... )