Pre-Trip Brouhaha

You'll be pleasantly surprised with the fact that I (almost) faithfully blogged throughout (almost) all of the Winter Vacation!  That means you get an actual chronicle of my vacation.  You can commence your celebrations.  Or running away: I'll only judge you a little bit.

It's Not Just Me!

Because I’ve done a horrible job keeping up with my life so far — I blame actually living life, and then relaxing from it, and, believe me, I need an excuse not to write — I’ll try from now on to post whenever something interesting happens, or a particularly profound thought sprouts in my head.  That puts less pressure on me to “catch up,” and therefore I feel less of the stress which makes me want to write less.  I will post “flashbacks” to the vacations I have yet to relate, so don’t worry; there will be ample opportunities to laugh at the troubles into which I’ve gotten myself.

So.

Le Sigh . . . Packing . . .

Packing sucks.  Packing sucks.  Packing sucks, packing sucks, packing sucks.  Ah, that feels better.  (Oops, one more: Packing.  Sucks.)  Why?  Because you try to fold everything neatly, place it in the suitcase/receptacle orderly-like, play Tetris so it all fits without bursting some seams, ruthlessly edit what the hell you’re bringing, and then undo it mere hours later! All that effort for only a couple hours’ transportation!  Just thinking about it gives me hives.  (Early Dane Cook fans?  No?  Alright.)  And don’t even get me started on repacking to go home.  It all brings me back to the same conclusion: PACKING.  SUCKS.  That’s as close to a key smash as I’ll allow myself in public communication.

However, like planes and washing your hands after you pee, packing is slightly necessary, so I guess I’ll do it.