September 23rd, 2002

pants

I'm a bad, bad Mormon*

*This is a quote from "Orgazmo", not an admission of membership in the Church of LDS.

It's 2:03. Have I packed the two suitcases I will need for 2 weeks on the road? No.
Have I caught up on the emails I owe futch, pranger, and others? no.
Have I packed any of the non-clothing items I need for the trip? No.

Have I read all the livejournal entries I missed over the last 2 days? yep.
Did I spend over an hour playing wacky records for my friends K & T, who had stopped by just to meet the cats and see where all the things they'd need for cat-sitting were? Oh, but of course.

Sigh. I'm going to be on the road for 2 damn weeks, and I'm glued to my computer rather than resting up and double checking that I haven't forgotten anything, or making sure that I haven't packed only clothes that make my ass look fat. I am procrastinating like a first semester undergrad or something. My wardrobe is bound to be...uh, interesting since I'll be choosing what to wear while severely sleep deprived.

I will be pretty much away from email over the next 14 days. It will stack up in my box to be ignored til later. If you live in the bay area and we have tentative plans to hang out, expect a call rather than an email. or call me. or stalk me: www.artcarfest.com and you pretty much know where I'll be and when. Come say hi. Bring me punchcards and I'll be your best friend for the rest of the month!