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Okay, so, I've gotten out of bed, gotten dressed, driven Mom, Tom, and Barb to the airport for D*Con, driven home¹ with getting lost, gotten Alys, Dan and Lil off to school, cleaned the catbox, packed the car, driven to the post office, mailed a package, driven home without getting lost, checked on the internet, eaten breakfast, and straightened the playroom.

And it's still not even nine?! What the hell am I gonna DO with the next thirty-three hours? I can't pack notebooks for all of them!

~Sor
MOOP!

1: All driving is awesome if it's done while singing along to Aqua at way-too-amazingly-loud. Truefax.

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TODO:

Wash a load of laundry
Put laundry and clothes for this weekend into the child snatching bag
Put Vera and her cord in her laptop bag
Grab Lazarus, a water bottle, and the pocket-things and put them in crates or pockets
Retetris the car so that everything fits, including the child snatching bag and the laptop bag.

None of these things I can do until tomorrow. I'm DONE! FUCK YEAH!

Oh, and one more thing to do:

Drive to Boston. Leave Columbia as even a temporary residence forever. I am on VISITATION RIGHTS ONLY with this gods forsaken paragon of suburbia!

...in 30 hours or so, anyways.

~Sor
MOOP!