Folding laundry has next to no appeal when I'm not getting paid to do it. My laundry has now taken the habit of forming piles all over my floor. That's what you get for going back to your own room I suppose. No sense of organization.
The nerves of anticipation for tomorrow are making me crazy. Good thing I have an interview tomorrow to perhaps help? But, it could end up making it worse. Look out world, I might just be a basket case.
No, I haven't packed. And no, I don't plan on doing it any time today. Oh well.
I'm much too disorganized of a person to be planning a wedding. My mom is the greatest guys. She really is.
I bought a few things at the Old Navy today for no apparent reason. However, I am certain that shopping is not a therapy for me. Seeing as I am surrounded by clothes every day, I know exactly what I want when I get around to buying it. Maybe it's the new clothes smell that's therapeutic.
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