Preparations

I leave next week for Italy, I have to move out of my house before then and what am I doing? Sorting type I acquired a few years ago. And looking for something to mix with coffee for my moving sale tomorrow morning. It's weird to be so busy working towards a due date and then to suddenly realize it means that something is over. I am leaving this town, the job I liked so much, a few great people. Today I ran a few errands but also said goodbye to a few people who helped so much in my last semester at LSU.



Taylor came over the other night for one more dinner at the thai place down the street and then some beer drinking and printing. I printed the first layer of the next Keep Writing postcard on the gocco printer I bought to bring with me to Italy. This drawing of the Mississippi River Bridge is a good start for my new traveling best friend.



Because of the moving sale, I haven't packed much else, as evidenced by this string of holiday cards still strung in our kitchen. I'm going to miss this house, and I am not doing an efficient job packing, but adventure awaits, whether the type is sorted or not.

Productive Procrastination

I have a soft spot for tv shows about high school. I didn't even like high school that much. But at least while watching hours of Glee I posted all the responses I've received so far for the Keep Writing number 26. Also, Keep Writing number 30 is stamped, addressed and ready to be dropped in the mail in the morning. Also, I posted instructions on how to fold the instant book.


In other procrastinating, I cleaned my desk the other day instead of printing or something. I found a few jars of dead things that turned to dusk while I saved them for something special. It doesn't look so neat but that's because even when I clean up, and get rid of things, I still have so much. Literally.

Drowsy

I thought it was the allergy medicine but it might be the six or fewer hours of sleep I've been getting . I am tired. Coffee seems to make me anxious and groggy. This morning Iknocked both toothbrushes, mine and Andy's, into the litterbox. Yesterday, I took a quiz and an hour later forgot everything on it. So I thought I would want to sleep for hours last night. Instead, I listened to old mix tapes and made little blank books. Binding them with the sewing machine isn't cheating, it is aesthetic. I will return to hand binding them soon. Now I have twenty little books and I slept well, even if dreamed about schoolwork.