It's the middle of the night and I'm cracked out on non-drowsy allergy medication. At this point anyone who knows what I'm doing in life is asking two questions. 1. Why are you bothering to take that shit when your sleep schedule is iffy as is, and 2. I forget what 2 is because it's 4:30 am and I'm cracked out on allergy medication.
Since the last major thing that I bothered to mention was the fact that I was in Michigan at a wedding and visiting Elissa, since the pictures from that wedding are still on my camera, and since Elissa has since returned the beautiful Toronto, I know that I have a story for the world. I'm slightly dealthy allergic to cats. If I'm around them enough without the right amounts of Benadryl, I tend to stop breathing and wake up really cranky. Now I want you to remember this internet, because it's very important in relation to the next fact. Four weeks ago, my family got a kitten.
By got a kitten, my sister got a stray and then two days later when I showed up at home it was roaming around my house. Sweet. Suffice to say I've spent the last little bit extremely anxious to move out. Don't get me wrong, I think the kitten is adorable. It's just interfered with the last few weeks of my life, up to and including now, the point in time where I'm trying to be coherent enough to pack.
This explains why I have piles of dirty and clean clothes, instead of boxes and suitcases of clothes ready to go. It also explains why my computers are still up and functioning, instead of placed ready for transport. It explains why the closest that I've come to REAL packing is the shopping bags from h2o+ and clip in my car, and the one from Shoppers hanging in my bathroom.
I attempted to pack up my video games only to find that SNES has gone absent without leave, and that I hooked up GC again to played "slightly-intoxicated Mario Party 6". That ladies and gentlemen, is as far as I've gotten. When I regain coherency later in this day I'll probably make a mad dash to locate the chargers for things like my phone, my camera, and my laptop. I'll probably find a suitcase to stick clothes in, and try to cram videos and games away in a box too small for its contents. And if not, expect some phone calls telling you I'm commandeering your day so that you can help me pack. Actually, just expect the calls.
Love the new design, by the way.