July 01, 2004 :: 5:44 p.m.
now with even more scrubbing bubbles!
Okay, it's quarter to 6. I need to be at my brother's house between 8 and 9 tomorrow morning. That gives me roughly 26 hours, probably 7 of which will be spent sleeping. So 19 hours. That seems like a reasonable amount of time to do some laundry and pack everything, right?
Right?
It should be enough. I have my bathing suit (and some other new clothes, 'cause everything was on sale and I have poor impulse control when it comes to cute things), some books, lots of music to play in my car's fully-functional CD/MP3 player (squee!), a bright yellow beach towel on loan from Adam, and a digital camera with which to document my adventures. I have snacks and non-perishable foodstuffs to take down with me, shampoo and other assorted personal hygiene products, sunscreen, and a wonderful reclining lounge chair that I fully intend to plant my butt in every single day. I'm good on the stuff front, is what I'm getting at. Now I just have to pack it all up. Which I really suck at. I always forget something. Usually deodorant, or my toothbrush, or something equally necessary to everyday life that you don't miss until it's gone.
But first, I must do laundry. To the washer!
back & forth
Wait, there's more!
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