I am sick but I want to feel productive.

So Cory and I packed like 15 boxes. I said goodbye temporarily to some sketchbooks. (Sorry sketchbooks! I PROMISE I WILL GET YOU BACK SOON!)

I packed MORE books away. Joy :-/

Packed a lot of Small Owen Clothes. Separated out the ones that DO fit him.

Packed my whole 4 other pairs of shoes and kept my pirate-boots out because I am lazy and those just pull on.

Packed dishes up.

And after we do ALL of this...

'OH! She might not be moving in!'

Might.

Fuck. You.

I am tired. I am sick. I just ran about in this god-awful weather. Made Cory help get stuff back and forth for me. My brother helped carry shit back and forth.

So either way. ASAP I want to get the fack out of here before I turn into some crazed maniac with a roll of zeeber print tape.

Imma go write now.