I'm sick of packing. I want to go to bed but there's too much shit on my bed.
Large artwork that cannot fold or roll or bend in any way is difficult to condense when moving. On the bright side I'm throwing out a lot of shitty artwork I made in high school. Artwork as in art assignments. Most of them are such shit. It's like I never knew anything about drawing until art school.
There is only a small handful of really cool pieces. I wish I had batteries for my camera. Speaking of which, I think my camera is at Ember's anyway.
I'm so tired but I can't sleep until I'm done. I still have so much little shit floating around that either needs to be trashed or tossed into one of my many "misc." boxes.
Oh. The move begins tomorrow. After I get back from work. I think my aunt will be pissed because she goes to bed around 8. We'll start moving shit around 8. Oh well. I should probably call her at work tomorrow and give her a heads up. So she can try resisting and I'll be like, "[Ember]'s parents are on their way right now. I can't tell them to turn around." And then I'll be like, "I'm fucking hungry, there was no food all week long!"
No. Really. I'm starving right now. I should have went to Cosi after work. I've already been there at least three times this week, and once today. I'll be racking up free sandwiches on my new Cosi card in no time. Oh man. Sandwiches. Fuuuuck.
Large artwork that cannot fold or roll or bend in any way is difficult to condense when moving. On the bright side I'm throwing out a lot of shitty artwork I made in high school. Artwork as in art assignments. Most of them are such shit. It's like I never knew anything about drawing until art school.
There is only a small handful of really cool pieces. I wish I had batteries for my camera. Speaking of which, I think my camera is at Ember's anyway.
I'm so tired but I can't sleep until I'm done. I still have so much little shit floating around that either needs to be trashed or tossed into one of my many "misc." boxes.
Oh. The move begins tomorrow. After I get back from work. I think my aunt will be pissed because she goes to bed around 8. We'll start moving shit around 8. Oh well. I should probably call her at work tomorrow and give her a heads up. So she can try resisting and I'll be like, "[Ember]'s parents are on their way right now. I can't tell them to turn around." And then I'll be like, "I'm fucking hungry, there was no food all week long!"
No. Really. I'm starving right now. I should have went to Cosi after work. I've already been there at least three times this week, and once today. I'll be racking up free sandwiches on my new Cosi card in no time. Oh man. Sandwiches. Fuuuuck.
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Good luck on moving!!