The race is on till moving day. I have about 2.7 boxes packed. I don't know where to go from there. I just need to dive in but I am in full out procrastination mode.
Yesterday was my last day at work. I thought I had one more week but the man in the glass box said no. In light of my 2.7 boxes, this isn't necessarily a terrible thing.
Will someone come help me pack? The puppies are just staring at me!
I really need Mary Poppins right now. She could just whisk her hand and all of my belongings would start dancing around the room and into their respectable, perfectly organized, boxes. I've got a spoon full of sugar Mary, won't you come help?
Okay here I go I am going to go pack a box. I hate packing!
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