I am packing. And packing, for those unfamiliar, is the worst.
I'm not talking about packing for a tropical getaway or for a trip home where you will get to do all your laundry for free. I guess I should have more accurately typed 'I'm moving'...but it's too late for that now.
My room is a disaster. And by "my room" I mean the room I am subletting. I can only imagine what my brother's apartment - also known as my future apartment - looks like, as I already shipped out the contents of my storage locker. One bachelor apartment - furnishings enough for two.
I should probably be in better shape. But here is my dilemna. I am shipping some of my belongings via bus to Montreal. You know - bulky things. Like my pillows and comforter. Ah yes, here in lies the rub. I want to pack up these boxes and get them the fuck out of here, but to do that I will have to deprive myself of most of my luxurious bedding.
I am a diva surrounded by cardboard.
I already packed my featherless featherduster.
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