This is perhaps a sign that I have been out of college for a long time. Back in the day, I was packing every six months. I lived here for a little more than four years. It's no wonder I'm out of practice.

I told KC about what a moron I was, and she suggested I fill my suitcases with towels and blankets. "No no no," I said. "This, I remember. Blankets are used as cushioning for large breakable stuff like computers and TV sets."

So, it took a few hours, but I did eventually get In The Zone. I have A LOT of dishes. I bought a Sunday paper, used ALL of it, and bought another one. (This was also somewhat dumb. Most of the breakables are packed. I could probably have gotten the rest done with a weekday paper, and saved a dollar. But once you're In The Zone, there is no stopping. I'd told myself I would get as much packing done today as possible, and it was worth a dollar to me to actually accomplish that.)

It looks like I did a lot today, but there's still a fair chunk left to do. I am maybe 80% packed, but at least most of the painintheass stuff is done. Wednesday, I only work three hours (I'll of course spend almost that long commuting there and home, but that is a rant for another time.) and I'll be able to pack most of what's left.

Friday, I'm outta here. CJ says I can borrow his truck for the big stuff. I have to buy gas, and if he has to work Friday, I have to loan him my car in exchange. Even if it takes two trips, that's still more reasonable than renting a U-Haul.

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I just realized what time it is. I should really be sleeping now.

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