This morning, I was pretty sure it wasn't going to be physically possible to pack everything in my room into eleven boxes and deliver them to McShain between ten am and six pm. But I totally did it, and finished by four. I was like a box-packing tape-wielding machine. I even found Cardboard Barack Obama a place to stay for the summer.

Now the room is really strange - there is too much light because the weatherstripping is gone from the door and the curtains are off of the windows. There are random bits of duct tape, packing tape, and two different colours of masking tape stuck randomly to walls, and a few of the posters that I'm either taking to Texas with me or am getting rid of are still up. All that's left to do is clean up the trash, pack my suitcase, and print out a boarding pass. Also, go to N---'s Rocky Horror party, which should be awesome in many ways.

I can't believe I'm only taking my messenger bag and one suitcase back to Texas for the summer. The next few months are going to be so strange. It will be easier to unpack, though. Also, I don't know what's up with the waking up early thing I've been doing lately. It's got to stop - I'm getting noticeably sleep deprived. At least cleaning up while sleep deprived will be much easier than I thought it would - the cleaning lady on the floor offered me trash bags. I asked for one, and she gave me two. Then she gave me two more later. They were really useful - I wrapped my water filter in one so it wouldn't leak, used two as packing material when I ran out of newspaper, and I'm going to use the last one to collect all the trash. Later, anyway - right now I'm watching 30 Rock, triumphantly.