There is stuff I should be doing. I need to clean my room up because Mandy is going to be showing the house to a possible roommate on Saturday - my room is of course the one they would be taking, and while at the moment it doesn't look quite like the disaster zone it did yesterday, I still need to vacuum and dust and do another load of laundry so the poor guy doesn't have to see my dirty bras and socks lying in the corner.
I am all packed for Minnesota (aside from my toothbrush and cell phone charger and other stuff I use every day) at least, especially since I'll be leaving tomorrow morning instead of early afternoon as I initially planned. My train doesn't leave until 6:30 tomorrow night, but the family made last-minute plans to get together for dinner at Gramma's tomorrow because my aunt and uncle will be in town and want to see me before I leave.
Cleaning and packing is what I *should* be doing right now. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of checking out a few of the new
Yuletide stories (I blame
icepixie - if she hadn't posted that Oregon Trail story, I would've totally not been sucked into the archives) instead, and now suddenly it's 1:00 in the afternoon and I'm wondering where the last three hours went. And I am still in my pajamas.
I fail at will power.