My time is almost up and I find procrastination a self-defense mechanism. Of course, the people around me don't find it particularly amusing that I haven't finished what I should have finished a week ago.
I've spent the day packing, stuffing as much as I could into baggage that is below the size limit of 62 inches. Sometimes I wish I weren't going so far away from home--then I could have just rented a U-haul to cart all my needs away. Sometimes I wish I weren't heading to a town where the inhabitants didn't despise large stores so I wouldn't have to literally hitchhike to the next town to get a toothbrush.
Of course here (Tennessee, that is) it's nearing the height of ragweed season. I'm a sniveling mess and I suppose that's one reason I'm glad to be leaving.
