hansel

The packing endures. My hands haven't been this covered in newspaper ink since high school. I don't think I brought enough boxes home either--a shocker at this point. Gosh, this is harder than I thought. I can't wait to wake up Monday morning. It's been an odd day and I'm strangely tired, but I promised my friend A that I would finish packing my kitchen tonight.. Not that I need to eat the next few days or anything.

My sister is going to be in town starting tomorrow. It's been a few months since we've seen each other, even longer since we've gotten to go out without my nephew. We're absolute best friends so it's going to be lots of fun, probably too much fun for moving week. I have to clean bathrooms on Friday, a favor for a friend who runs a cleaning business. I'm getting paid and all so I won't complain. Everyone be nice to your public restroom, someone cleans those!

I hate being as fucking insane as I am.