Packing...

[evilhippo]

So, I am about halfway through my packing. All I have left is stuff I use on a regular basis, and since I'm not moving out until Sunday... that pretty much can't be packed. It's a very weird feeling. I've returned people's movies, and random sandals, and cutlery. It was so weird/sad to dismantle my half of our epic action figure display... especially just after having sorted through my prints from my photo class. All in all, though, I've managed to avoid the attack of nostalgia I usually face while packing. Probably because I've been using the time I usually use to re-read my notebooks to figure out which box to put them in. Aaand I think the nostalgia will hit me once I realize I'm moving out of here for good, and my lovely, lovely Dewey House of this year is gone, blown apart by the cruel winds of fate (it'd kind of break the metaphor if I'd left "windows" there like I'd originally typed). But at least a good part of the house is going to be around for the summer. So whenever there's a lull in my slow torture and death in the working world, I'll be able to visit or something.

I actually have four whole leads on sublets. But I'm going to have to wait until Saturday to even see two of them. One of them is up by Loyola, which is out of the way in the complete opposite direction from Hyde Park, but it's new to me, so... I'm giving it a fair amount of thought. Though it's up mid-August, which would leave me in a tight position for moving again. We'll see, we'll see. Since I'm hopeful, I'm actually going to restaurant-hop downtown this afternoon and see if I can find a waitressing job.

My breakfast today was bell peppers. I'm probably going to regret that, but my fridge is mostly bare and I'm certainly not going to try to restock it.