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I'm going to break from my pretense that this is a big cork board, not a journal, in order to say just one thing: packing sucks.

At the end of it, in just a few days, I'll be in New York, and oh, am I looking forward to it! But the process of packing up dishes, selling furniture, worrying about breakage, wondering what to toss and what to cram into a studio? I could skip that part.

I know, I'm paying movers, so I'm already skipping a big part of moving; no actual schlepping of stuff about for me. But it's still a royal pain. I have to pack up the harp so it's safe for transit, finish doing laundry so I can pack up my clothes (keeping a week's worth out to take with me on the plane), finish packing up the kitchen stuff nice and secure, and move a few more things about. Which, honestly, means I'm almost done for tonight.

As soon as I finish griping about how I'm not finished yet. =)

Update:The movers came and left in a jiffy, and now I feel like I should take pictures of the remains, because I have no stuff! The only things left are things I'm trying to sell; that, or they belong to m00nglum. ;-) And now it's time for bed.