Packing Hell

As expected, moving out of my apartment was hell. I just have way too much junk, it's incredibly ridiculous. It took me two fully-packed rides home to get it all home, and hours upon hours of packing. What makes matters worse is that my "packing" wasn't even real packing, just throwing stuff in boxes.

And what really makes matters worse is that I have a hundred things to do tomorrow, including, yep, packing, as I'm flying to Vienna on Monday. Oh well, in less than 48 hours I will be a very happy man in a coma as I fly thousands of miles to the city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.

Let this three-month party begin!