I didn’t have time to panic last night about not packing because I was too busy SLEEPING. That’s right. I finally got all the empty boxes I needed in my apartment and then promptly laid down on my bed and went to sleep. Lights on, door unlocked, on TOP of the bed. Absolutely passed out from exhaustion. I guess. Or, this could be the ultimate tactic in PROCRASTINATION. That might be more likely. Or it could be both. We’ll never know for sure.
And what am I doing tonight? Going to a birthday dinner with the family for my sister-in-law. Because that is EXACTLY like packing. Really. I swear it is. Plus, there is an art opening at Moxie’s that I would like to go to, but probably shouldn’t, but will probably try to anyway, because it’s NOT PACKING. Which I am GREAT AT DOING. I have a feeling my friend Red Bull will be making a visit to my place this evening. Better pick up a six pack.
My evening could look something like this:
leave work
go to Moxie’s
go to dinner
walk dog
PACK PACK PACK.
or this:
leave work
walk dog
go to dinner
PACK PACK PACK
In fact, it will be more like this:
leave work
walk dog
go to dinner
PACK. PANIC. PACK. PANIC. drink red bull. PANIC. PACK.
I will also probably try to pack the car tonight and possibly even start taking things over to the new place this evening. Midnight moving…..never has caught on like midnight bowling…..probably because of the lack of disco lights, fog machines and beer.
Oh, and to make this more fun? I don’t think my apartment is ready yet. Better check on that. PANIC!
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