*smooch* (ldy) wrote,
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Holy Cow, I think she's gonna make it

I am the packing queeeeeeen!

(I'm not done yet, but it's lookin' good, sleeping bag and all... carrion carryon never looked so good stuffed)

Crazy day. Wasn't in the best of moods. Quite harried, really. Worked 'til 6:30 (I'm supposed to be out by 5, but it rarely happens). Somewhere in there, I realized that a friend of mine was getting married next weekend, and I'd promised to do her wedding programmes. Whoops! Got that done rather quickly and sent them over to her local Kinko's-- she loves 'em, so I'm happy.

Then I got my hair cut, and my eyebrows ripped forcefully from my face. I always feel weird after getting my hair cut, especially when I look at the bangs. I always see that little kid who decided to cut her own bangs one day (if you ever did that as a kid, you probably know what I mean).

From there, it was off to the store for a couple of things (nailclipper, kitty litter and stockings-- I'm such a freak). Then home.

Been on the phone most of the time since. Friend who's getting married called, so I had to catch up with her. E called, and we chatted for awhile about the fate of the improv group (it's dead, Jim). Seems Jack is history, and Janet's moving back to Iowa. It's a sad situation. Then I had to call M, because it's her birthday. Of course, we had to chat at length, too.

For someone who says she never talks on the phone, I sure do talk on the phone a lot.

Then I packed (thank heavens for lists). I found a black tank top I've had since high school. It still fits, and while not beautiful, should work with that shirt for Toronto.

Just finished cutting those damned nails (with my brand spankin' new nailclipper... I'm rather surprised the three awol clippers didn't turn up as soon as I walked into the house with it).

Eventually, I will eat dinner (or not). And finish packing (most definitely).

But right now I'm just enjoying smoking a cig, drinking Newcastle from a can and catching up with the lot of you.

Never forget the simple pleasures.
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