Five boxes down. Five hundred to go. Bleargh.
French class went great. I love my instructor. The company I wanted to use for the Paris '06 trip doesn't do one-week trips (only two-week) so I think we're going to rough it on our own. Jean has a friend with an apartment we can rent and we're going to focus a number of our lessons on getting around in Paris, asking directions, understanding directions, ordering food, etc. So I think it's going to be fine. She says if I plan a tentative itinerary, she'll help me figure it out!
I stopped by Trader Joe's on the way home and actually bought groceries. I haven't really done that in awhile. I mean, I obviously bought ingredients for T-day, but I've been eating out too much lately. So hence the pita-palooza earlier, but I also bought some salad and sandwich stuff for lunches, some chicken breasts for dinner. But easy stuff so I don't just ignore what's rotting in my fridge and eat for convenience.
And because I'd swore up and down to everyone that I was going to start packing today, I irritably lugged five boxes from storage upstairs (plus the groceries, plus Hobbsie's carrier). And then I dicked around for as long as I could. Cleaned my fridge. Tossed dead flowers. Examined my big toenail.
But then finally I boxed up all my movies (2 boxes) except for Firefly and three out of ten shelves (3 boxes). It already looks so depressing. *woebegone* Oh well, I need to buy packing tape and a nice fat marker.
In more upsetting news, I need to drop off Hobbsie at the vet tomorrow, for the entire day, so they can do a glucose curve. He's always very upset when he comes back from those, and I always pathetically burst into tears when I get back to my car after leaving him there. I'll have to race back there after work at 5 for the results and also just a general office visit. Hobbsie would have been more concerned by the cat carrier, but all the other boxes have delighted him.
Um. How the fuck is it past midnight? I blame my cousin K who called for a lengthy catch-up.
French class went great. I love my instructor. The company I wanted to use for the Paris '06 trip doesn't do one-week trips (only two-week) so I think we're going to rough it on our own. Jean has a friend with an apartment we can rent and we're going to focus a number of our lessons on getting around in Paris, asking directions, understanding directions, ordering food, etc. So I think it's going to be fine. She says if I plan a tentative itinerary, she'll help me figure it out!
I stopped by Trader Joe's on the way home and actually bought groceries. I haven't really done that in awhile. I mean, I obviously bought ingredients for T-day, but I've been eating out too much lately. So hence the pita-palooza earlier, but I also bought some salad and sandwich stuff for lunches, some chicken breasts for dinner. But easy stuff so I don't just ignore what's rotting in my fridge and eat for convenience.
And because I'd swore up and down to everyone that I was going to start packing today, I irritably lugged five boxes from storage upstairs (plus the groceries, plus Hobbsie's carrier). And then I dicked around for as long as I could. Cleaned my fridge. Tossed dead flowers. Examined my big toenail.
But then finally I boxed up all my movies (2 boxes) except for Firefly and three out of ten shelves (3 boxes). It already looks so depressing. *woebegone* Oh well, I need to buy packing tape and a nice fat marker.
In more upsetting news, I need to drop off Hobbsie at the vet tomorrow, for the entire day, so they can do a glucose curve. He's always very upset when he comes back from those, and I always pathetically burst into tears when I get back to my car after leaving him there. I'll have to race back there after work at 5 for the results and also just a general office visit. Hobbsie would have been more concerned by the cat carrier, but all the other boxes have delighted him.
Um. How the fuck is it past midnight? I blame my cousin K who called for a lengthy catch-up.
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