notoriouscat

I am so tired of packing. I want to just start chucking things in boxes randomly. The good part is I'm so sick of packing that I am throwing out more than I am packing. I'm sure I won't miss most of it anyway.
I am scared and anxious and excited.
I am going to miss TReBlah so much.
We are still best friends and still get along so well, which in some ways makes this harder. I hate when I don't see him every day. I love him so much that I really do want him to be happy, but the idea of him being happy without me breaks my heart and the idea that I might someday be happy without him breaks it a little bit more.
I hope that this week goes fairly slowly because I have a lot to do.
I am officially ignoring the holidays this year, no time and no interest.
Oh and to make matters more challenging, I'm definitely getting sick at a really inconvenient time. (I know that there is rarely a convenient time, but this is a super bad time for me to get sick.)