I should stop blogging when I'm frustrated. I just have to eat my words later. Still, it's theraputic.
The packing is starting to come together. At least now I have more than one pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, and sheets, and the rest of the stuff for the apartment. Oh, and a telephone that dials. I am overjoyed about that one. Cute little bugger.
It also helps that I'm done with work. Of course, I miss my friends...spend 3 months with people and you get kind of attached. I found out what islands I was going to for my Hawaii trip (Oahu and Kauai) and the first thing I could think of was that I had to tell Eric on Sunday night because he wanted to know, but then I realized I won't see him until Thursday or Friday...heheh, call him at work..."Eric on setup, you have a call on line one" But I get to keep my discount card and come back to work so I'm happy.
I also realized that I see Pat in a week and almost nothing (barring major flood or other natural disaster) can stop that. One more week! Yay! It seems like years...
And Katie's coming over to help me pack. Goody two shoes yay! And the best part?! She comes with boxes! Glorious, beautiful, mountainous (well, not mountainous) boxes! I love boxes, they make the world go 'round.
Oh, I get to play with the US Navy Band of the Pacific Fleet. How cool is that? (Dana dies and goes to band heaven, which reminds her that she needs to find a piece for her audition)...aargh! More stress!
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