We've decided to leave our humble apartment and move to a humble, but totally ass-kicking townhouse that has hardwood floors, a backyard and a freaking DISHWASHER. And I have about a week to pack everything up and get ready to go. I've gotten about 6 boxes so far, which seems like a lot to me, but is quite evidently not much at all as I still have miscellaneous shit everywhere. No matter what I pack, I'm convinced I'm making a huge mess, and that makes me tick even more.
I've made a list of everything to do and it's not boding well with my crazy side. Too much to do, too little time. But if I had too much time, I wouldn't do a damn thing with it. I'm a classic procrastinator. Even if I'm going on a vacation, I tend to pack 5 mins before I'm supposed to be running out the door. I don't know what it is about me. Regardless, I'm determined to do this as organized as possible.
In other news, I have no idea where I put my Netflix movies. It's quite annoying. I've had them in the same place for a month and they are suddenly not there. I'm guessing that I decided I had a better place to put them, but I just failed to keep myself in the loop of communication. That totally sounds like me. Doing things without letting me know.