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18 January 2008 @ 01:10 am
 
I want to take my fancy new prescription cough syrup and go to sleep SO BAD, but I cannot, because I'll totally wake up at 9am and my aunt will be here and I won't have *anything* packed.


Dear self:

Why the hell are you such a pack rat? I understand you thought you were going to be in this apartment for another 2 1/2 years, but, damn. How many art supplies/cookbooks/trashy chick-lit books does one person need?

no love,
me.

p.s. The yarn stash doesn't count. Everyone knows that. Focus on that later.