*STRESS*

hmmph - my father's picked a fine time to start dying... now, instead of the crazy pressure of having under two weeks to pack and leave my apartment (and finish up with the project), i now have to be able to leave at any moment.
 
bugger.
 
19th:
 
she slept over, and we slept late. we had a big breakfast, and then an argument (which turned into a really good conversation), she disappeared, and i went to yogi's to work. in the evening we played beach volleyball, which was nice.
 
yesterday:
 
i got up fairly early, and went searching for cardboard boxes to pack into. only the university (the last place i looked - duh!) had any. i got suckered into making some international PR phone calls, and then got a ride home with the boxes.
 
i didn't mention it was SERIOUSLY hot yesterday, and i spent hours on my blades. i sweated like a muthafunsta.
 
i spent the afternoon and evening sorting and packing, with a break to teach english (damn that sucked), and after a quick shower i came to work.
 
today:
 
my last night at work, and it just HAD to be a busy one. the only real bother is that i have to do stuff^TM, and i can't get to sleep until i've packed everything that's on my bed...