I think I'm in denial about moving. The set date is about two weeks away (mark your calenders for August 14th, everybody) and I have officially packed two boxes. You must understand that I moved into this apartment with the staunch conviction that this was the absolute last move until rings and mortgages come into the picture. Thus, I have aquired an insane amount of stuff. I have like 6 used copies of Gulliver's Travels, because I keep forgetting that I own it. I have enough kitchen equipment to open a restaurant. My three closets are full of college clothes, post-college clothes, and all of Aleta's old clothes. I cannot bring myself to throw away A SINGLE ISSUE of Martha Stewart Living, and I've had a subscription since I was 14.
Anyway. Moving the 14th, painting this weekend (free pizza and beer if you come help). I just finished making cheesecake for 100 people, and I'm going to sleep.