It's getting close to moving day. That means I have to pack.
I Absolutely Hate packing.
I'm looking around at the tiny room I've been living if for the past *gasp* year, and everything is in complete disarray.
It's awful.
I hate living like this, but this room is currently holding almost all of my worldly possessions and is a mere 8'x10'. Yeah thats right. Not only does it have all my current possessions, it also contains remnants of my childhood: Bunnikins tea set, multiple unicorn music boxes and many dead flowers from special occasions gone by.
One might think the though of muliple rooms in which to keep said possession would cause me to leap into action...sadly no. The idea of wading through the wreakage of this room is not appealing at all.
Moving in however. Is something I love! I don't think I'll ever tire of getting things out of boxes and finding just the right place for them to help make my accomadations my home.
But for now its just Thursday night. Packing is something best left til weekends, when it can be spiced up some with wine.
the thing about wine is that you can use it to spice up life ANY night of the week!
ReplyDeletebut more responsibly, yes you should wait until the weekend where you can drink a bottle to yourself and then sleep in the next day... oh the thought of sleeping in... ahhhhhh