It's been one of those days. You know, the ones where time flies, then it stands still, then you realise it's only half past eight in the evening and, even though you haven't done anything, you're absolutely flat out exhausted. Well... I survived until 1. 27. Now. I contemplated packing but as I spent an hour and a half trying to copy files from one computer to another, I completely lost all desire to tackle cloths/books/cosmetics/kitchen stuff. I did however decide to bring with me my favourite salt and pepper shakers.

By the way, I'm writing this from my new old computer. A hand me down, this laptop will have to carry me through at least my first year of university and, trusty as it is, I can feel the weight of it's, oh, three kilos, weighing me down. I also have the queerest backpack bag for it... I shouldn't complain, I didn't have to pay for it. I guess you could say I'm an ungrateful brat, but then again, I won't freely admit that I'm developing a fondness for this old giant. I mean, after all, it's MINE.
For those who are interested, it's an HP Omnibook XE3 and is was darn cute when it was new. It's curvy - like my personality.

Some of you may be wondering about how far I am with my packing. Well... I cleaned out my closet and am slowly filling it systematically with all the junk from my other cupboards and the like. The bathroom is actually almost scoured of my half filled shampoo bottles and various creams, bodyscrubs and face masks. In fact... It's clean.

Tomorrow night is K's birthday, it should be fun. I'll go to sleep now and hopefully feel like cleaning tomorrow. Right now I'm in the mood to be packed and have it over with.

With love from the girl with too much stuff,

Me.