if i have hair left tomorrow.

packing sucks. in fact, just so you know i'm serious, this is how much packing sucks:

i am doing it pantsless and that fact gives me no joy.

in all actuality, the spirit of my denial has turned packing into, "check your email! take a shower! read about other people's lives! call everyone you know!"

it would be awesome if someone could tell me how to get excited, because at this moment all i've packed up are the beer bottles scattered throughout my house (18 of them, plus an empty scotch bottle).

packed them up into a trash can.