About seventeen of them, to be precise. Jesus tap-dancing christ, that's a lot of boxes.  We're talking bare-bones, things I absolutely need to have either because they are too dear to not-have or because without them I will be naked. Holy christ.

Dad's gonna talk to his boss in the morning about shipping my stuffs from the shop. It might be cheaper, so I seriously hope his boss will go for it.

Imma be getting dragged about a lot this weekend, gonna go see memere and some other relatives on Sunday morning.  I was supposed to see them Saturday, but said relatives were busy or some stuffs.  Sunday afternoon I shall be at a BBQ with Nicole and Dawn, who shall be picking me up around... 3ish I believe. It should be a lot of fun.

Everything feels so final right about now. It's as though I've gotten a big punch in the gut or something. I'm excited but at the same time I have this sense of dread leaving everyone I love here to go do stuffs. Is that weird?

Also, Mouselet has chosen possibly the worst time ever to be ill.  She's been throwing up all day. God damnit.

~Cally