Because I like to make things as stressful as possible, we've decided to move to a new neighborhood in East London two days before I head home to Atlanta for Christmas.
Despite the fact that 1,000 things need to happen before Monday, I've somehow found plenty of time to look at blogs and movie trailers and pictures of Obama on my laptop. In fact, right now I'm doing the moving equivalent of Sloan Crosley's attempt to clean out her room in I Was Told There Would Be Cake.*
Needless to say, as soon as I have the energy to get up, I'll be offline for a few days. If you need me, I'll be wearing a similar outfit and falling asleep sleeping standing up from a food hangover like this Erin Fetherston girl.
*Note: if you haven't read Sloane Crosley's I Was Told There Would Be Cake, you should do it right now. Here's an excerpt that made me laugh out loud the first time I read it:
The day I get shot…will in all likelihood be the day before laundry Sunday and the day after I decided to clean out my closet, got bored halfway through, and opted to watch sitcoms in my prom dress instead.