i've got lyrics, i've got packing

status check - sleepy
background ambiance - mraz, flying my guilt over a quilt

while i'm incredibly happy about having a new lair to call mine and flatmates', i'm not a fan of going through the necessary motions that will get me to said new space. i always have this warped fear that i'm going to pack something away and lose it forever. a box that gets left behind or lost along the way ...

i want to have everything in boxes this weekend, then be able to just transfer my life from one space to another on (hopefully) monday and (definitely) tuesday.

by the way, i have lyrics to "for better or worse" - reading them, i'm not feeling quite as shocked as i did while standing inside paradise.

listening to mraz - if i click my heels three times, will i magically reappear in dc?