Abject. Panic. Setting. In.
Ok, down to the wire now. Where does this stuff keep coming from? Is it possible that possessions are materializing out of thin air? While they are at it, could a couple hundred thousand dollars also appear? Hey, while I'm wishing...Good l-rd. I'm no longer doing the "do I want ot need this?" or even "what the hell is it?" No, beyond that. Into the box it goes. I just sealed box #56. Granted some of these boxes are those little plastic storage boxes (but they all get a number) but still! I can't even blame all the data files I've packed. That only accounts for 13 boxes. And I'm thinking I'll rent for a year, then buy and do this all again? Hell no! I'm renting for life! Never moving again!
I looked at the baker's rack. I put it together. I have no idea how to take it apart. I'm hoping to bribe the movers to take that one apart. The desks are going to be more than enough de-constructing for me. Sigh, where's Derrida when you need him. Ok, I'm getting punchy. Off to throw something in a box or out a window!