I hate packing, though. All my shit's strewn all over the house and I can never remember where I put that one thing that I will definitely need even though I secretly know I will never get it out of my suitcase. This afternoon, for ten minutes, that thing was my book light. What if I want to read in the hotel room! But my eyes hurt and I don't want the lamp on! What then! Speaking of books, I had this kind of existential crisis over which book I'd bring with me to read on the plane. The book I'm currently reading is a hardcover and will take up a lot of room in my purse. Should I bring a paperback then? I don't have any paperbacks checked out from the library. Should I make a special trip to the library? No, I'll read an old one. Which one? JESUS BRAIN JUST SHUT UP IT DOESN'T MATTER DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE. Turns out I should have made a special trip to the library because the Farscape disc I checked out? They didn't unlock the case so I can't watch it. Sheesh.
I'm just glad that I lived in Austin for two years, so if I end up forgetting something I won't have to worry about finding a Walmart or a CVS or whatever. I hate driving around strange cities looking for a place to buy, say, contact solution or PJs or Advil or a pair of shoes. (None of these would be things I've forgotten to pack in the past, nosiree.)
I think when I finish up tonight, I will make myself a Scotch.
