twelve days until we load the moving van, kittens, and i'm suffering from moving meltdown.
it always happens right about this time every damn move. i'm overwhelmed. there are too many to do lists. i'm out of boxes. i'm covered in sticky goo from reapplying floor tiles in the kitchen. all of my clothes are either packed or dirty. we're eating the tins of "emergency food" that we don't usually eat just so we don't have to travel with six cans of kidney beans and a box of flan. (why is flan emergency food?!?) the house is a fucking mess! AAAAAARGH!! AAAAARGH!!! ARRRRGH!!!!!
fuck it. i'm going to drink for a while.