Let's talk about something that really matters… like keeping steroids out of t-ball…
So I’ve officially packed up about 3/4 of my life and the boxes are strewn around the apartment; and, with the help of several glasses of wine, I am now realizing what’s happening. I’m moving. Not just “moving”… but MOVING! I’m starting to freak out about getting stuff out there… some of my things like my yearbooks, and textbooks, I want to keep – but they’re ridiculously heavy and there is no way I can ship them without selling my liver. I suppose I should just chill out for a little bit – I mean, I still have 8 days. Yea… 8 DAYS! I may need to panhandle again for extra money to ship this stuff out there… but we’ll see. For now, I think I’ll just go pour myself another glass of wine and watch some tv… maybe even take a little nap. 
