... procrastinate
It's 8pm. We're leaving at 6.15am.
I have not packed.
My apartment is a mess.
I have no idea where my passport is.
And what am I doing ? DISing, and watching Jon & Kate Plus 8 videos on You Tube.
Funny story, yesterday I decided to spare the other people on the plane the smell of my Skechers and so to wash'em, since my washer has a "footwear" program. It did say on the paper not to put any washing liquid in there but of course I know better ! I am Marina Queen of the Whirlpool, right ???
Damn thing filled with bubbles and lathery stuff, I had to fish my shoes out of there and empty the washer with a cup. Most of it went on the floor.
I wouldn't care if my place was a mess, usually, but the insurance guy is coming on the 15th (my dad'll be there) to check on the floors. There was water damage before I moved in my apartment, then
another water damage a couple months ago, and the floor is literally OFF the floor now, like a couple inches off the ground. I stumble over it every darn day. There are mushrooms in my coat closet. The guy HAS to come. But I'd rather he not meet with my dirty laundry and half-eaten avocado (yes I eat avocado in the bath tub, don't you???).
(PS : trying VERY hard not to this about this poor kid on the monorail. Or about Michael Jackson. Or about that plane at the bottom of the ocean. I'm not heartless - just denying reality.)