Do you have any idea how difficult it is trying to pack for a trip when you haven’t unpacked from your last trip?  Two years ago?  I’m discovering all sorts of things I didn’t remember that I owned.  I got the red dishes, really?  Oh yeah, I remember these two hundred dollar sheets I only bought to match that painting.  Ya know, the one that was destroyed when I moved back to Phoenix?  No kidding, I have about a metric ton (give or take) of crap.  Can I find the one damn thing I’m looking for?  Nope.  An hour spent in the sweltering garage going through box after box stacked in the corner.  No luck, so I hike up the (rickety wood) ladder to the loft, where it’s easily twenty degrees hotter.  Several more boxes (Hey! My Nintendo!) and still no luck.  Two years, you think I would have unpacked, or at least organized.  Instead I search through four different places where my crap is stacked, it’s a pain in the ass.

Speaking of ass, do you have any idea what it’s like to discover at work that you are wearing someone else’s underwear?  Yeah, that was a fun conversation!  I need a vacation.