"Hah ha, they called him pontiff"

Apr 04, 2005 01:31

Holy shit it's Sunday. Which means I am leaving tomorrow. Which means within the next 24 hours I have to:
-do laundry so I can
-pack
-defrost swordfish
-go to the doctors
-go to Stanford to get the watch battery my father was to cranky to take me to get on Monday
-go to Dragers to get a delicious sandwich
-drop of special birthday lunch for my Mom
-make frosting
-frost cake
-clean house
-decorate house with flowers
-pack more things I forgot to pack earlier
-make some sort of tahini/cayanne/lemon fish sause
-learn to cook fish
-clean all the things I missed before
-pack yet more forgotten items
-calm down long enough to be suitable company (coughcough) at my Mother's birthday dinner
-freak out
-get on a plane. For a long, long, long time.
-call my mother to get her to ship me the things I will invariable forget. Like socks. And hairbrushes. And sanity.
-pass out

In other news, Fiddletown is pretty, memorial services are sad, people have psychotic families, and I should not have two mochas and a coke when I've not had caffine in over 2 monthes. Ok, must evict cat from lap and go to sleep. Eeeeeeeee.
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