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Its down to the wire: I have to have everything packed by 10 AM tomorrow morning. I'm getting up early to go with my mom to pick up the truck, then we're moving all the furniture and boxes we can stuff in the thing.

I can't believe that as of tomorrow afternoon, I won't live here anymore. Its really surreal. I'm not sure I like the idea yet. I mean sure, I like it, but you know...its just odd.

Thank the gods my mom is going to be boxing up the last of my stuff while I'm at work. I work 3-9:30, so that doesn't leave much time for the frantic throw-everything-in-a-box packing I have yet to do. The only catch is I have to get the boxes down from the attic. Which requires Eric. And Eric is always late. Always.

We're actually supposed to be at the laundromat by now, so we can both get the wash done before the move, but when I called to see if he was on his way, he was still in bed. IN BED. You have no idea how irritating that is. I'm sorry, but if I can get my ass up at 9 am and get my shit together, so can you. I understand that he works until 12, but he left early last night. And I understand that he has to pack, but hi, I was packing too. And I can still manage to get out of bed at 9 am to continue said packing. He doesn't seem to understand that while its 'okay' if he's late to work by 15 minutes without calling, I can get fired for that. Seriously.

Another side note: I'd like everyone's opinion. If you text someone 5 times a day with "what is up" and the person NEVER responds, would you get the hint and just STOP TEXTING that person? Because apparently it's a difficult concept to grasp.

Oi. He's almost here now, so I have to badger Devon into letting me into the attic. Bah.