I DON'T WANT to write more cover letters.
I DON'T WANT to tape up boxes.
But more than anything, I DON'T WANT TO PACK MY STUFF AGAIN I JUST GOT HERE AND UNPACKED EVERYTHING TWENTY MINUTES AGO.
I need to apply for more jobs. I need to pack up my apartment. I need, at some point, to figure out what all I need to pack for a trip to New York and Texas and two weddings and a rehearsal dinner and possibly a Broadway show.
What I want to do is just go to bed and sleep for a long, long time. I don't know why I'm so tired. I slept a lot this weekend. And when I wasn't sleeping I wasn't doing anything strenuous (say, oh I don't know, PACKING.) As evidence of this, I present a portion of a phone conversation I had with Katie on Saturday night:
"I'm drinking a beer and watching The War Room."
"I'm drinking a beer and watching baseball."
We are two wild and kraaaaaaazy girls! I'll let you decide which one was me. (Hint: It would take a lot more than one beer to make baseball any kind of interesting to me. Like maybe if a ballpark had some sort of Ladies' Night with free cosmos and the crowd gets to decide which players are Shirts and which players are Skins. I might go to that.)
Anyway, to sum up: sleepy, have to move as soon as I get back from my trip, need a job soon, out of beer, but do still have tequila.
Won't you help me continue my procrastination, Internet? Perhaps I could regale you with some tidbits of randomness.
1. I saw a woman go to a vending machine today and come back with cheese curds. Even if they weren't in the vending machine, as I believe they were, then that only means that she was walking around with cheese curds in her purse. Only in Wisconsin
2. I got my hair cut tonight. It looks ok so far. The stylist started out the small talk with whether I'm from that side of town (not really), whether I work around there (umm...sort of?), and then on to, "So, do you have kids or anything?" What is it with people? No, I have no kids. Yes, I have anything. Plenty of things. Lots and lots of not-packed things. It's Grover and the Everything in the Whole Wide World Except Kids Museum around here. Sheesh.
3. I'm a little bit in love with this sentence from Harry Potter and the Giant Book That Jake Didn't Pick Up This Weekend So That I Now Have to Pack It: "Dawn seemed to follow midnight with indecent haste." Now that's a good sentence.
4. Does it count as packing if I drink the tequila? The bottle would no longer be sitting on top of my refrigerator, all unpacked-like. Yes, I think it counts.
Ok, I'm off to pack! (Note to Future Me: Screw you! Hahahahaha!)