and while that's helping me get stuff done, i think my heart might pound it's way out of my chest, fall into a box that i will continue to fill and then i'll spend all morning tomorrow trying to find it before i head to work. also, my palms are sweaty.i'm going to switch to beer now, so that at some point tonight i'll sleep. kids, don't try this at home.
above is a photo i ran into while putting things away; it's me and my dad, in college. i have to admit, we are cute.
p.s. got 6 boxes packed up! i could do more, but to be honest i'm beginning to crash. i have 6 days left, and that's a lot of days. tomorrow night i start getting stuff out of the house, then i have the whole weekend off. although no one is going to be surprised if i take a bit longer to get out, i still have a sneaking suspicion my dragging feet annoys one of my roommates. i don't think it's necessarily that i'm in her way, or impeding her move (she's all out!), but i think my complete inability to ask for help of any kind is irritating her. i just don't want to impose, you know? plus, i'm slow and like to move at my own pace. little bursts of energy, spread out over time. i could use a hand, i admit. more than anything i just need someone to do the whole, "put that in here, and that over there, and this in the trash." hey dave, want to come over?
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Crap, I'm late! Has anyone seen my heart?
That picture is so good. It's almost timeless.
now that i see that picture of your pops, i feel certain that i remember seeing him around the Anthro dept. when i was there! (95-97).
Why? You didn't listen to me the first time! I still feel pangs of guilt for the disaster area we left your old landlord.
also, yes, cute pic.
but dave, even if i didn't listen, i had fun! fun should count for something!
and laurel, i'm pretty sure you did see my pop around campus. everyone did. i think he was the only older native guy in classes, not teaching them. plus, he used to smoke and so he was always outside!
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