July 1st, 2005

Packing, aka apartment hunting day 4

(Day 4, which, btw, did not go well).

Somehow, I forgot that I have stuff—a bedroom, an office, a living room and a kitchen full of stuff. The crazy thing is that I need these things. Books, pots and pans, hats I haven’t worn since high school—important things, y’know.

But here’s the crazy thing—I DO NOT want to move any of it. Nada. Nunca. None. I want the landlord to walk up the stairs and say, “Sorry dear, changed my mind. You can stay.” I want to drink and party and have a regular 4th of July—matter-of-fact, I wanted to go visit my family. But noooo, here I am attempting to pack my entire world into boxes, all the while contemplating a) who the hell is moving these heavy-ass boxes, b) do I seriously need this furry coat I haven’t worn in years and c) I wonder if I should pack while intoxicated. Excellent questions, mind you.

So for the time being I am blogging about how much this blows (typical) with a slight buzz (late lunch on the deck with vodka.. ahhh), preparing to watch “Anchorman.” 🙂

And I just really, really don’t want to pack. *sniff*