the ongoing saga of bedlam, packing, round two

[bedlamsbard]

3:58 pm: Laundry done and DRY. Unfortunately, everything already packed is going on the floor so I can REPACK EVERYTHING. CURSE YOU, TRAVELING.

4:02 pm: How many God damned pairs of pants do I need? GOD. DEATH DEATH DEATH.

4:17 pm: Have acquired different and larger suitcase, green. Let's try this again, once more with feeling.

5:05 pm: Holy God, why do I own all this stuff? Seriously, why do I own all this stuff? Why am I taking it to the other side of the continent with me?

5:44 pm: God damn it, now I just want to die a lot. One argument with my mother later -- DEATH DEATH DEATH. Do I need a bathrobe? Do I really care? How long is it until I GET ON A PLANE AND LEAVE TO GO FAR FAR AWAY?

5:56 pm: I QUIT.

By The Numbers:

Jeans: Six pairs.
Sheets: One set, twin extra long, green.
Pads: Half a bag.
Cargo pants: Two pairs.
Shorts: One pair.
Sleeping/Exercise shorts: Two pairs.
Pajama pants: One pair.
Balls of yarn: Two, white and black.
Knitting needles: One pair, size six, purple, aluminum, slightly bent.
Bras: Seven, four white, two green, one black.
Underwear: Guys, I love you, but you don't need to know.
T-shirts: Fourteen Sixteen.
Camis: Five.
Halter-tops: Two.
Number of times the words "DIE DIE DIE" or variants thereof have been uttered: Lots.
Dresses: One.
Skirts: One.
Pairs of socks: Ten, multicolored.
Level of Hatred: 9/10.

ETA: GOD DAMN IT.