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.

Comments

[limmenel.livejournal.com]

You're probably going CRAZY with this packing, aren't you? *pats* Just remember, Providence isn't the middle of nowhere. You can buy anything that you leave behind.

Good luck traveling (tomorrow?! today?!)!

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

I want to die. I get to repack again tomorrow. (My flight's at eleven pm.)

[limmenel.livejournal.com]

Eeew, a redeye flight? Man, that's going to suck. You'll land in RI freaking early, won't you? Like, 6 or 7 AM Sunday morning?

Packing sucks. Trust me, I know. Just wait until it's time to pack for college, and you get to pack up YOUR ENTIRE LIFE to move away. You think a month is bad!

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

...no. I arrive at about 10:30 -- I've got a two hour stopover at Cleveland.

*weeps*

I meant to post the first chapter of the spaceforce novel today! I meant to write today! (I signed up for another ficathon, but that doesn't count.) God damn it, I wanted to finish the apocalyptothon story today and all I can do is e-mail files to my laptop.