Last update in this particular state for two weeks.

I hate, hate, hate the utter meshugganahness of packing. Hate it, hate it to death one thousand times on fire forever roar! Roar! Roar!

'Why the outburst?' you ask.

I packed my phone charger in something... maybe my bag... more likely one of the boxes I shoved in Meg and Chelsea's basement. Not a major inconvenience, but illustrative of my loathing for this task; I do not think ahead about these things, I merely grab objects and shove them into containers, ad infinitum, because after the five minutes it takes to separate all the cables and fold them neatly and place them in the cable pocket on my duffel bag my mind DIES and I am replaced with the freakish zombie that developed in my bagger days, when all I saw were holes and shapes like some complex tri-spacial game of Tetris.

In brief, I find it to be boring.

But you know what? Forget that. Life is good, hell, life is great! I got a job... of sorts. I will be working at the school, getting free housing, and having fun with many people. But that's not for two weeks. Now, I have to shut down the computer, and get some sleep for tomorrow, when I fly back home for my two-week vacation. Also, say goodbye to the many people who don't live right around here, and I won't see for four months. Sigh, I say, sigh. Also, sai. Raphael fought with sais, that's why he was the Emo ninja turtle.

... I'm sleepy. Shut up. See you in a fortnight, New York!