I'm packing my bags for a two-night stay in downtown for the big conference at work--or rather, I have my empty luggage on the floor, open and ready to be filled; and knowing how long it normally takes me to decide what to wear, I can already see the tangled web into which I have spun myself.
It is 11:20pm, I should have focused and done my packing to wake up early tomorrow so that I can take the bus before rush hour.
Instead I decided to have a mini Veronica Mars marathon over dinner and dishwashing (3 episodes to be exact; it's an awesome show) to celebrate the television that decided to finally start accepting my DVDs. About time.
It will be my third year doing this conference, and hence my third year packing up to seem like a temporary tourist in my hometown. I hope Travis is wrong about threes.
Fun fact: it was over dinner on the night before last year's conference that I started enjoying wine. What new indulgence will I pick up this year?
Good luck on the conference!
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