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Jaqui and Beka left for Texas last night. Beka will be back in a few days, and I'm packing up the house as much as I can before she gets back. "As much as I can" means, you know, I get through about a half hour of shoving notebooks into a box or random stuff into a trashbag before I'm in too much pain to keep up. And then I have to be still for about an hour. It is not the most efficient means of packing, but it's all I've got.
I'm stalling on packing up the books, because I'm still trying to decide which ones I want out to read in the car, and trying to find a bag to shove those in, before I put the rest in boxes. ...I need a new bag. A messenger bag. With more pockets than the one I have. ...Anyway. This is all much more complicated than you might think.
And in the meantime, I'm watching through Studio 60. The whole thing. The last half of it kind of makes me want to cry, but that's... not really stopping me. Though I'm almost done now, and then I'll have to find something new to put on TV and make me cry. :D (Although holy crap, Sorkin, did you seriously shove one night into the last FIVE EPISODES? Seriously? Did you just run out of story arcs that wouldn't need a second season or something?)
I swear I'll feel much better once the car's all packed up and we're on the road. It's just right now I'm having to resist the urge to throw things at the walls. Not that I think that would make me feel better, but I'm sure it would be momentarily satisfying.
Someone tell me something happy. Anything at all. I'm going to go try to write something. And then probably get annoyed at myself and go back to packing until I injure myself. Fun!
I'm stalling on packing up the books, because I'm still trying to decide which ones I want out to read in the car, and trying to find a bag to shove those in, before I put the rest in boxes. ...I need a new bag. A messenger bag. With more pockets than the one I have. ...Anyway. This is all much more complicated than you might think.
And in the meantime, I'm watching through Studio 60. The whole thing. The last half of it kind of makes me want to cry, but that's... not really stopping me. Though I'm almost done now, and then I'll have to find something new to put on TV and make me cry. :D (Although holy crap, Sorkin, did you seriously shove one night into the last FIVE EPISODES? Seriously? Did you just run out of story arcs that wouldn't need a second season or something?)
I swear I'll feel much better once the car's all packed up and we're on the road. It's just right now I'm having to resist the urge to throw things at the walls. Not that I think that would make me feel better, but I'm sure it would be momentarily satisfying.
Someone tell me something happy. Anything at all. I'm going to go try to write something. And then probably get annoyed at myself and go back to packing until I injure myself. Fun!
