it is not that I dislike packing. It is not that I am bad at packing. In fact, I am quite good at packing.
it...it is that I get distracted. I am currently having a personal dance party. What is packed, the responsible friend asks. my bed. with options. Oh. And underwear. That's a no brainer. And my passport, of course. I am not going to have a repeat of John's snafu.
Ooo! Love this song!
One more sleep to Chicago.
Four more sleeps to Europe.
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