packing angst
Suitcase packing is seriously the most tedious, crazy-making chore ever. Why oh why do I have so. much. goddamn. stuff. Why do I feel compelled to cart all my earthly posessions across the country four times a year, and is it right that my entire life should have to fit into two pieces of luggage weighing not more than seventy pounds total? Huh.
Flying back out to the west coast in about 8 hours. I miss my city already. Have managed to muster up only the barest smidgen of enthusiasm for the start of classes on tuesday. Am not really quite as morose or cantankerous as this post makes me seem, it's just in the middle of the night, which is always a fun time for ridiculous pessimism and random bitching.
Flying back out to the west coast in about 8 hours. I miss my city already. Have managed to muster up only the barest smidgen of enthusiasm for the start of classes on tuesday. Am not really quite as morose or cantankerous as this post makes me seem, it's just in the middle of the night, which is always a fun time for ridiculous pessimism and random bitching.