Get Packing
I really have to stop procrastinating and get packing. Really. I mean, I leave tomorrow. Getting the suitcases out would probably be a good start.
To distract me from the horror of packing (very, very close to housework – involving, as it does, putting things away), I have a horror movie on TV. It’s the very schlocky Frankenstein’s Daughter, and so far, the scariest thing in it is the allegedly “teenage” band singing “Special Date”.
Best line: “We all miss Suzy. But she’ll have some stories to tell when she gets back.”
January 31st, 2005 at 10:02 am
Good luck with getting on the flight and airport security and all; if you do get felt up, I hope he’s good looking and smells nice.
I admire your spunk: you wanted Sass-in-a-Glass so you’re going to the source. I’d love a single malt right now, but a trip to Scotland might be a wee bit too cold.