I really should have had coffee yesterday.

My apologies to Metric. I hadn't had enough sleep. (I called them Metro yesterday, which is just sad)

I cannot believe I'm somewhat packed already. Usually, packing doesn't occur until the last minute, wtf.

Note to self: SPEAKERS.

My feet are cold, I should do something about that. I should also, maybe, go to work. Sigh.

note to roommate: 1. buying cat food, as she is sort of almost out. 2. the shirt should be dry enough for moving by the time you're up--I hope. Hang it on my doorknob?

This icon has nothing to do with this post.

Well, it doesn't. I'm just feeling random.

(of course, the funny thing about the OTP is that they are sort of easy to shove into every genre, which is odd? Or just dedicatedly insane. Dear spellcheck, that is SO a word, shut up.)

It's really weird, taking off until next Wednesday. Like, should I worry that work will fall down around its own ears without me?

Have been re-reading Ru Emerson's Night-Threads series. I plowed through the first two and have sort of had to pause for packing on One Land, One Duke. I'm debating taking the fourth one down for the plane ride, but I should probably try finishing Another Life instead.

hrm. Should pack some more.