Blargh!

Moving seriously bites. I swaer, yesterday seemed like the longest day of my life. All I do anymore is pack. I get up, eat breakfast and pack. I eat lunch and pack. I eat dinner and I pack. I'll be packing until I die. And I never realized how much fragile crap I have. It's not as though you can just toss them in a box or anything. If it turns out we'll be able to move back in, I'll be a little happy, but a little miffed as well since I've been packing up all this stuff.

I did find out that I'll be able to set up my computer at the house we're staying at. So I'll still be able to keep in touch with everyone.

I was totally upset with mom yesterday. She completely buggered up the ceiling of my car when she was shoving boxes in it. She had to take mine since the engine light came on on hers and she didn't trust it. It's stuff like that which is why I don't like other people driving my car. I felt better after the s'mores, though.

Well, I better be signing off. There's still more packing to do. *sigh* I swear this is gonna be the death of me...