I wrote out my "to do" list last night for the upcoming week, and it kind of made me want to crawl in bed and just stay there until someone does all of this for me. Yes, I'm whining. I hate moving with undying passion. I hate that I have to worry about things like signing termination papers at work, getting restraining order papers, and figuring out what the heck I'm going to do with my life. What are the odds that I can just bribe someone to do all of this for me?
Everyone else in the world is watching football and eating junk food today, but I will be spending my day cleaning out closets and dropping off some recycling. I hope to go calibrate my Nike+ and go for a run because at this point I clearly need something to help me maintain my sanity. I wish I could quit being such a girl and just be over this whole thing already.
Why can't boxes just magically appear and pack themselves?
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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Mini Leslie looks like she's on crack. She needs to blink. It's kinda freaking me out.
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