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[clo_again]

Flist, why do you desert me in my hour of need? Packing and arguing with the 'rent about packing and the other 'rent's going to get home drunk from a dinner in London in the next hour and there'll be fighting with him over packing, because it's not feasible to fit your life into one -- or in this case two -- car loads. I mean, the car's full with only cooking utensils and bedding and a suitcase of clothes, nevermind the as-yet-unpacked-as-this-post-makes-obvious computer and speakers and DVDs and books, oh god the *books*. I knew buying dissertation stuff over the summer would come back to bite me in the ass.

Don't even get me started on the fish. I want to take them but the big tank needs cleaning ready to go in the second-car-load on Sunday and it's *dark* outside so scrubbing it out there is out of the question. But then, the little tank is way too small to be a permanant solution, nevermind that it's lacking anything except water right now.

And-- and oh *joy*, I've literally just spotted my stack of A4 notebooks behind the computer that need to go too. I'd forgotten about them completely.

This is just not possible. Not at all.

p.s. I'be been looking forward to this night all summer. WHY DIDN'T I USE THAT TIME TO DAMN WELL PACK?

God. Going mad.