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Getting down to the wire. Meh. Too much packing is waiting to be done and I'm dreading tomorrow. I despise packing. Really. Almost as much as I despise transitions. I just want to fast-forward a week, already be in class and started and not have that whole newness and adapation to muddle through.
I am a little bummed that summer is over. But I think that's just a sentiment that gets carried over every summer, whether I'm six or sixteen or now. It's that Sunday night feeling, where the weekend is over and the break is done and it's back to school and work and normalcy and routine and yeah...that depresses me.
I'm being a total Debbie Downer right now. I like to indulge myself and wallow every once and awhile.
On another note, I had to go get a cavity filled yesterday (ick) but I bought the most amazing pants EVER. So that more than made up for the novacaine and the stroke feeling I had going on in my face for the better part of my morning. Shopping cures all, I tell you.
I'm still slaving away at my West Wing/Lost crossover of doom. I have like 3000 words down, a summary and a title. I am proud. I just now need an order, some semblance of plot and maybe a little bit of sense. And because I like to make things epic-worthy and magical and I am still hopelessly in love with fanmixes and can work sendspace, I am totally making a soundtrack to this fic. Yay.
Mkay. Off to write more. Or maybe watch TV. Or both.