Yesterday, self-packing my and Billy's stuff was fucked cubed. I was a fucking mess and so was Bob. Today there is a team downstairs packing everything I didn't; the things that don't have a heart. They are supposed to load-in everything tomorrow, and Bob and I would be on our way. This plan was calcified in my head.
I just found out the moving van cannot fit onto our quaint little street so they need a shuttle van to move everything today and Bob and me will have to hit the road one day early. I am freaking the fuck out. I bought a new iBook, which is really pretty, but haven't had the time or intelligence to program it to use on the road.
