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May 18, 2006

I deserve a medal.

I am a packing goddess. Worship me.

I finally got over myself and quit my whining and started packing. I rearranged the living room so that our furniture takes up less space, and now we have a little place to put boxes. I also emptied out the clothes I want to pack well in advance from my closet and moved everything I want to leave out for awhile to one side so that I could block in my closet door, and now we have a good little chunk of space there. That seems to have been enough to motivate me, and I've become a packing machine.

So far I've packed up all those clothes, nearly all of our board games, our entire bookcase (all 9+ boxes of books), most of the junk cluttering up my corner of our bedroom, and a box of fragile tchotchkes. Plus, I'm going to take credit for two rubbermaid bins that were already packed. So that's a total of 17 boxes.

Plus, I finally got around to copying all my old clips of RENT on the news and on talk shows and in live concerts onto DVD.

Of course, the negative of getting all this done is that my hypoglycemic self hasn't had anything to eat other than a couple oreos, and my blood sugar level isn't very happy. Oops.

Posted to Miscellaneous at May 18, 2006 03:57 PM

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Posted by: deena at May 18, 2006 05:06 PM