2002-06-15 || 7:21 p.m.

|| not enough boxes and too many books: an exercise in beautiful procrastination ||

oh dear dear dear. it is seven-twenty-one. seven-twenty-two and i have not packed a stitch (a stitch?). i have

1. driven around the city aimlessly/hungover looking for boxes for an Hour

2. gotten four copies of the House Key for roommates and co-horts and emergencies

3. eaten a taco bell bean burrito

4. wandered the long's drugs to collect Dad Things for the Things That Remind Me of Dad father's day present (one violet crumble. one pack of necco wafers. one can of macademia nuts with cashews. one pot of tiger balm. one can of kiwi shoe polish in black. one bottle of banana boat deep tanning lotion.) and bursting into tears in the electronics aisle because o i love my pappy.

5. called best friend julie. called best friend michael but talked to owen. called mum and dad to leave a very long rambling message.

6. finished writing two lunch ladies songs to record them on my answering machine so that i wouldn't forget how they go

7. baked three chocolate chip cookies

8. ate three chocolate chip cookies

9. wrote secrets in my paper journal

10. wrestled with meow meow (love you, meowsy! don't sweat it on the scratch you gave me!)

11. called roommate becky to tell her i copied the keys and had she started packing yet?

12. cried over michael bland's beautiful new book

13. smoked two cigarettes

14. wrote this diaryland entry

and. jenny. just walk over to the bookcase and start placing the boxes in bags. you could do it, see? it's not so bad. the day's awastin, hon. get crackin.

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