About that whole “Packing” thing…

Yeah, remember how I said I was going to start packing tonight?

Let’s take a minute to think about this.

This is my room. This is exactly how my room looks right now, except that I’m sitting at the desk typing, not in the corner taking a picture.

All that stuff on the floor has been expanding for four weeks. No, I’m serious. It didn’t take up as much space two weeks ago, or even last week. It’s growing. This could be due in small part to the fact that I keep buying things, as evidenced by the big shopping bag on the floor. It could also be due to the fact that all those clothes that are on the floor were, at one time, in the armoire that you can’t see in this picture. It’s just out of range on the left-hand side. Anyway, this room is a disaster. All that stuff has to fit back into the big yellow duffle bag underneath it.

Speaking of yellow, yes, my room is yellow. It is very yellow. And the ceiling is green. I’m not kidding. It hasn’t bothered me as much as you’d think living in a yellow room would bother me, considering I really don’t like yellow. It’s probably just because I’m never there, and when I am, I’m staring at the computer screen or sleeping. It does get pretty bright in the morning though.

The reason I said I should start packing tonight is simply because I don’t think I’ll have time later. I’m planning to go out tomorrow afternoon and have someone take pictures of me (rather than just me taking them all). Then tomorrow night, I don’t have any firm plans, but I’m pretty sure that whatever I want to do won’t involve packing.

On second though, maybe it will. I’m weird like that.

Saturday morning, my flight leaves at 11, so I want to be at the airport at 9, which means we have to leave here at 8:30. Anyone who thinks I’ll be interested in getting up nice and early Saturday morning to do said packing either doesn’t know me at all, or has lost his or her mind.

So, what am I doing, while I’m not packing?