Thanks for all the birthday wishes! I'm sure it'll be a good day, though just as busy as the rest of them. Sorry I've been out of touch lately--it's been rather crazy around these parts!
So if you're wondering where I've been, now you know--things have been really busy. And it's not much to speak of--deadlines to make, books to get in from the copyeditor and proofreader and send them on to be typeset, books to edit and get feedback to the author, that kind of stuff. The everyday life of an editor which has been covered again and again here.
In my off time, I've been getting out and enjoying a bit of the lovely Seattle weather we've been having. This is the time of year that I first moved to Seattle--my three-year anniversary at Mirrorstone was just a couple weeks ago, actually--and this is the time of year that sucks you in and makes it worth living in Seattle. I've even been able to get my allergies (mostly) under control the last few weeks, and that bodes well for a summer of outdoor activities. Yesterday some friends and I had a barbecue out on my deck, and I tried yoga for the first time with my friend yesterday morning at a community yoga-thon that left me more relaxed than I think I've felt in a decade. I think I should start taking the yoga class at work! (One nice perk of working at Wizards of the Coast is that we have a gym and a dojo where we can go work out any time, and they offer personal training and classes like yoga, Pilates, and kickboxing for a relatively low fee.) And my friends and I are planning camping trips, canoeing outings, and road trips like mad right now. I think I may just have plans every weekend for the next two months.
So we editors aren't always holed up in our offices reading. Just most of the time.
Curse my useless flu shot. Dang mutations.
I'll be back to posting about editing/writing stuff at some point, whenever this allows me to think again without conserving brain power. My doctor tells me that the viruses they're seeing nowadays are lasting more like 2-3 weeks compared to 2-3 days in past years, and I so don't want this to last any longer than it already has.
It's Employee Appreciation Week here at work, which means free pizza for lunch today, various contests, and also today, Game Day! I went to a discussion group on girls in gaming earlier this morning, and this afternoon we'll be talking to
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tltrent for a book discussion group. There are groups learning to play D&D (both basic and advanced; believe it or not there are some people at this company who learn the game after getting hired), Magic, the new Star Wars RPG, etc. It's a good day to work at Wizards.For those of you wondering about the chocolate chip cake recipe, here it is:
1/4 cup oil
1 yellow cake mix
1 large box vanilla pudding mix
2 eggs (don't forget the eggs!)
1 1/4 cup water
roughly 6 to 12 oz of chocolate chips (my grandma says 6, I say the more chocolate the better)
Pour the oil into a cake pan and coat. Then dump in all the other ingredients except the chocolate chips--right into the pan. It might help to beat the eggs into the water first, but I don't notice a significant difference. Beat with a fork until moistened and relatively smooth (but don't overbeat, just like any cake). Smooth out, then sprinkle chocolate chips evenly over the cake.
Bake at 350 for about 30 minutes or until cake is golden brown.
It's SO easy, and the cleanup is obviously a cinch due to mixing it right in the cake pan. It's a dense cake, quite rich, and even better on day 2 than right out of the oven. HIGHLY recommend it for chocolate lovers to do a chocolate cake instead of yellow, but be warned: it's REALLY rich, and you might want to try the yellow first for comparison.
(Okay, so you're supposed to sing that the day after your birthday, I know, but "yes, today" sounds almost like "yesterday"!)
Funny enough, I just discovered that on my 17th birthday (a day on which I was eating cake with my then-boyfriend at his family's house, and a good year before I learned what email was--that didn't happen till freshman year at U of I), the world wide web became available to the public on the internet. Not that the internet and the www didn't exist before--it was just not available to anyone outside of a certain handful of researchers. Whaddaya know?
(As an aside, I feel like an old fogey when I tell people I read email during those early years on pine and elm (mostly elm), and that when I transferred to BYU two years later the trend hadn't quite hit that campus and they claimed that if I wanted an email account, I'd have to switch my major to computer science. No wonder all the people I'd met via the internet (usenet!) from BYU at the time were all CS majors. And I once upon a time also typeset college textbooks in Unix, which was why I could understand elm. I think it was called elm. I remember being so jealous of the people working on humanities texts (I worked on physics and mathematics texts) because they could use that program that had just come out called Quark. Because my texts were so complicated, what with all the formulas, I had to stick with Unix till Quark got powerful enough. Wow, I'm getting old. Which is what, I suppose, birthdays are all about.)
In the ongoing saga of my shoulder, the CT scan confirmed that yes, indeed, I have a fractured shoulder. Happy birthday! Now I have to go to the orthopedist about it, but I couldn't get an appointment for another week, so in the mean time I'm just supposed to not use that arm.
Have I mentioned I'm right-handed?
But I took Monday off (well, today, still, because I haven't gone to bed yet, but it is officially Tuesday now). And I did absolutely nothing all day. I slept in, I read, I talked with a couple friends. My roommate made me birthday cake so we can eat it in the morning because we're going to see The Bourne Supremacy tomorrow night (I love those movies!). But I gave her the recipe from memory and my faulty memory forgot to mention it needed 2 eggs, so we have an eggless cake which is even more dense than it usually is. But that's good, because hey, I like chocolate chip cake dense. (It's a recipe my grandma latched onto as the easiest birthday cake ever, which has become the traditional birthday cake in my family. Now it doesn't feel like a birthday without chocolate chip cake! And it's so easy, you can make it right in the pan. If you want the recipe, I'll edit and add it.)
But tomorrow is back to work! Meetings and editing and such, life as usual. It really is a nice treat, though, to get to take your birthday off (or at least, a day near your birthday). The day of extra rest was welcome--especially while I'm not supposed to be using this stupid arm.
*ETA: If you don't automatically start hearing Paul Simon singing when I say that, be aware that I'm not depressed and that my life isn't a mess--but I am having a good time. :)
- Mood:
relaxed
I mentioned this in my last entry, but now the travel arrangements are final and I've heard more about it, so I just thought I'd say that come the day after Labor Day, I'll be in L.A. talking to a group of YA librarians about Hallowmere, Mirrorstone, and all sorts of things. And the nice thing is that I'll get to go a couple days earlier and spend the weekend with my friend
zeliot, who I haven't seen in a good two years. I've been saying all summer that I need to just get out of town and go somewhere that isn't work, and this will be the next best thing.I'm still hoping to go hiking in the next couple of weeks, but that might depend on the state of my shoulder. Remember my rollerblading accident? Yes, it's more than road rash and bruises, it's a hairline fracture and who knows what else. I say that because really, no one does know yet, because I still need one more test to see what's up. I finally got an X-ray the other day (which is where they saw the little lines that indicate possible hairline) and since then the doctor has banished my right arm to a sling to immobilize it, but I am off to get a CT scan in about an hour that will give a better view of just what's going on. I must confess that I've only worn the sling about 25% of the time because it's just plain annoying. I can't type or drive with it in the sling. I can't reach for anything because I'm so severely right-handed. Well, I can steer left-handed; you learn to do that driving a stickshift--but I can't turn the key or shift gears without the right hand. So I've been cheating. I can move my arm and use my hand without pain, except in certain directions, and I can't lift anything without causing stress--and that's what the sling is supposed to prevent.
Getting back to the point of this post, though, I can't imagine I'll still be in a sling when I head to L.A. I can't imagine having to haul a suitcase around with my left hand.
So I went out and got a good pair, at a nice discount--they were marked $129 but apparently weren't marked for the significant sale price, and I got them for $80-something instead. Very nice!
Today, for my maiden voyage on rollerblades, I figured I'd just skate up and down my block. It looks pretty even, despite being at the top of a hill.
At least, I thought so.
After a block of slight-uphill fumbling, I turned the corner and realized that despite looking pretty even, it was actually enough of an incline to get me rolling at a pretty good clip despite me only standing there, without pushing off. If I didn't stop--and I know how to stop several ways, but at that speed, I didn't have the skill to do it without causing some major flippage--I'd be on my face at the end of the block in the middle of the intersection.
So instead I steered for the grass, thinking I could slow myself. But I was WAY too fast for the difference in terrain, and instead sent myself sprawling. Messed up my knee pretty good (low impact?) and decided I wasn't making it the 3 blocks to the library after all. No, it was time to go home.
So I turned around and rolled around the corner to my house... and repeated the process, this time in front of the four twenty-something girls two doors down, and several of their guy friends, who all laughed at me. And I think I nearly dislocated my right arm in the process.
I had wrist guards on, but didn't go for knee and elbow pads because I thought I'd be okay for just this little jaunt. So, road rash galore on elbows and knees, and a little humiliation to boot.
Next time (and there will be a next time--I am GOING to figure this out) I'm just going to walk down to Green Lake to the smooth, even track there (concrete, but it's EVEN) and figure out where to stash my shoes after that. I don't think carrying anything is a good idea--that was part of my problem, I was carrying a library book I wanted to return, which threw me off balance) so I'll have to figure out the shoe issue somehow.
Any suggestions in starting rollerblading in your "not as agile as I was in my 20s" years? I mean, I'm as flexible as I ever was, but I just don't fall as easily, I'm not as quick physically, etc. Not nearly the reflexes of Katara anymore, sadly.
As a side note, it probably wasn't a good idea to even try today of all days, because I'm still dealing with a sinus infection that gave me nasty vertigo most of last week. The vertigo is mostly gone, but what remains didn't help AT ALL. I came home wanting to puke from the nausea the rolling and falling induced, so pretty much that's a good sign that I shouldn't have tried this today.
I just walked into the kitchen, and the microwave was still going!
It had 7 minutes left of 20 minutes. I was baking my bowl at this point, and oh, the smell! The bowl was cracked in half, and thankfully, though it was crispy in some places, the same hadn't happened to the glass revolving plate--though both were hot enough that they might have been in the broiler.
I guess I won't be having oatmeal this morning. Perhaps I should go to the store and get some milk and eat cold cereal!
(Which reminds me, I'm going to watch Pirates of the Carribbean with my roommates tonight. There's something to be said for talking like a pirate sometimes.)
So, because I don't have the time to do a real editor-y post on my own computer of an evening, you get to see what I did this weekend.
I took some really great shots at Folk Life this weekend, a street fair here in Seattle. I love folk music, so I'm sure it comes as no surprise that this is probably my most favorite street fair, with performers on every corner from all sorts of cultures. Little groups of people getting together playing guitars and various instruments from all over the world, attracting people of all sorts (from your average shorts/jeans/t-shirts to elaborate body art, multicolored hair and dreds). (Also a large proportion of tie-dyed clothing, whatever meaning that may have.) It was a great atmosphere and a lot of great music. I'm just wondering where all these people are the rest of the year between Folk Life at Memorial Day and Bumbershoot at Labor Day. Perhaps my world is just really small. (Though I do work with my share of people of varying shades of hair. I've even been tempted to dye my own hair blue or pink from time to time, but the worry is always how long it would take to grow out again.)
A South American group--I didn't catch the band name or what country specifically; could even be Central American music. Wherever they're from, it was great music and they had a great rapport. There were at least 10 of them. More pictures and bigger ones in my gallery when I get my own computer working again.
A couple teens playing guitar. Here I am trying out my "carry the camera casually and snap pictures without looking" technique, closely related to the regular "shoot from the hip" technique but a little more targeted. Being out in a loud fair, no one hears the shutter, and I got some great shots! Some more surprising than others, such as the one below--meant to get the whole guy's costume, not just his knee, but it's still an interesting shot, I think!
And there's a big fountain for dashing in and out of. I didn't dash, but the weather did oblige those who did.
Okay, this is turning into a long post. So I'll tell you about the Russian dolls...
...and the roasted sweet corn I had...
...and the various musicians I saw...
...and the guy who did a "real life video game." He gave people a controller, they paid him money, and he acted out the game.
Note his characters are different heads on stuffed animal bodies. Kind of creepy, though also funny.
Thus endeth the report of Folk Life. Good times had by all--which means me and my roommate. Oh, and my treasure from the day, a little Guatemalan bag to use on my bike rides to carry the little things (up till now, all I had was regular purses and backpacks, all too big or cumbersome).
And just for good measure, a few other shots.
That last one is my cats, looking out from their screen-bound prison, wishing they had opposable thumbs.
Spent the afternoon at a conference at my church. The best kind of church singles' conference is one in which you don't actually focus on the "trial" of being single. My friend Cindy arranged for a coworker of hers, who happens to be the photographer at Seattle University, to come and teach us a class on digital photography. We spent four hours this afternoon talking about photography and picking his brain and then walking around the Seattle Temple grounds taking pictures. (We'd considered going to the Bellevue Conservation Gardens, but the temple was right next door to the conference so that saved us travel time.)
I found some nice shots of various things. My favorite from the afternoon:
And it doubles as a fashion show because I get to show off my new shoes and socks. I grabbed Mary Janes on clearance yesterday the same day that I happened to walk into J.C. Penney on a day they were having a 50% off (almost) everything sale. I walked away with entirely too many shirts (but granted, not as many as I walked into the dressing room with). And my personal Trinny/Susannahs would be proud--they follow all the Rules. And I got a great skirt. If "Trinny" and "Susannah" are reading this right now, yes, I'm bringing the clothes to Toronto and I intend to show off. :)
I am tempted to make that into a usericon. It would be kind of fun. But not tonight. I'll have to post the other pictures later, because I've come to accept that I simply won't get packed tonight before midnight. I'm off to Toronto at 6 tomorrow morning. If you come to the show, see you there.
Thanks to
alixwrites for the link.And for those of you celebrating, happy Easter! For those of you who have already celebrated Passover, I hope it was good as well (that was last week, right?). I've actually been to a sedar before, and I think the symbolism is just beautiful. My own Easter morn was spent taking food to the ICU at the UW hospital, a tradition that the singles in my church here in Seattle do every Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Since most of the families visiting ICU patients won't be able to juggle a big dinner at home, or might even be staying far from home, it feels like a nice thing to provide them with a big dinner close to their loved ones. We break it up so that some prepare the food, some deliver, and some clean up later--the hospital has volunteers that do all the work of serving inside the hospital. I missed church this morning (well, the first meeting of three--I'm a Mormon and we like our meetings!) because of it, which made me a little sad because a couple I know well spoke in sacrament, but at the same time, it felt like this kind of thing is the whole point of worship--putting what we believe into action, and I'm grateful for the people who orchestrated the whole thing--who had a much bigger job than I did, and spent most of the day yesterday and today working on that and another project for the Ronald McDonald House (not to mention a LOT of planning).
That's kind of more personal than I normally get in this LJ, but it was on my mind this afternoon and I thought that perhaps whatever your belief system others might resonate with those thoughts as well. May your Easter have been as blessed as mine has been, in whatever way you celebrate.
I'm done, done, done with my last apartment. Got my vacuum back (though not my broom and dustpan) and got the kitchen clean. Done. Never going to live in an apartment complex ever again. Too much gambling on whether your neighbor will be a smoker and whether the management and maintenance will be competent, and usually way overpriced anyway.
Currently putting together those thoughts on fantasy--both the idea of it being all around us and the evolution of folk/fairy tales and mythology through fantastic stories all the way back to Beowulf and A Midsummer Night's Dream through the Victorians and up to today. It's really amazing how fantasy really is a part of most cultures and their storytelling. And then there was what's his name in the Victorian era who consigned fantasy to the nursery... James? Yes, Henry James. We talked about it a bit in my Victorian class in grad school. It was a complete cultural shift, in my opinion, in people's overt opinions of "fantasy" the large concept, but it's so interesting how it's still pretty much infused in our culture.
( Cut for angst )
ARrrrrrrrgh.
At this rate I'm going to go be a pirate. (Speaking of which, if you've never heard the song The Last Saskatchewan Pirate, you must. Even two or three years after hearing it the first time I laugh out loud when I hear it. It's here, link in the middle of the page, if you're interested in hearing it.)
Now I'm off to put together some thoughts on the evolution of fantasy and fantasy in pop culture. Open thread portion: tell me about where you see fantasy and the fantastic in pop culture. For someone who doesn't read fantasy, where in their normal everyday life would you tell them they're already seeing it? Popular movies? Folklore and fairy tales? Disney movies? What else?
davidlubar, who helped me get my new icon down to the right file size to upload to LJ. I have no idea why Photoshop was making it so large, but I have a great icon now however it happened!Speaking of Mogget (the subject of my new icon), I've been unpacking and the cats have been wandering around the house. Like I said in my last post, Mogget has been wandering around outside my bedroom, which is good. Except... though he's gotten mostly used to Nikki, he doesn't quite like the other two roommates--he hasn't seen them often enough because they live upstairs.
So this afternoon I picked him up to show him where his food was (I'd just moved it from my bedroom out to the dining room), when one of the girls upstairs came down. In his fright, Mogget totally clawed me for the second time today. The first was ... I forget why. Some loud noise or something. Argh. Anyway, he's doing better, but my arms are feeling the worse for wear. At least he's out in the living room and dining room checking things out now!
I've organized so much today and I feel all proud of myself. But in all my organizing, my room looks the same. You know how that goes--you put ten boxes away, but then bring ten more out that need unpacking next? That's the stage I'm in. At least my closet is all organized, though--I can find my towels! I can find my food in the kitchen! It's amazing!
Well, I take that back. At night, when the scary shadows are lessened by the darkness, he will come out if the bedroom door is closed. I'm keeping the litter box and the cat food in my room for now, because he's so scared of the ceiling fan in the dining room that he claws me to get away (which promptly reminded me to trip his claws!).
So, for your amusement, a record of the move, from the cat's point of view. Well, from my POV looking ON the cats, because the idea of a cat-cam, while funny, is kind of impractical.
I've given up on trying to entice him out with catnip and treats. He wouldn't even come out for his regular wet food at suppertime. I put boxes under the bed (the same I had under there in the old place) to make the space a little smaller, thinking this might encourage him to venture out at least into the room, but he just hides at the side of the boxes now, under the dust ruffle still. He will reach out and swat at his favorite toy (feathers on the end of a stick with a bell), but he won't come out to chase it, or the balls or mice he loves.
I've given up for the night, and perhaps giving up itself will help him, because then he won't feel badgered. But I do worry that he won't get enough to eat or drink. I'm assuming he'll come out if he's hungry enough. I'm also assuming he'll come out tonight like he has the last couple of nights--he's apparently more comfortable exploring the house when no one else is moving around, because the presence of humans besides me freaks him out (which is par for the course--he didn't like it when I had visitors in my own apartment, either. He's just not used to other people besides me, no matter how much I try to help him with that).
So, any suggestions on helping Mogget? I'm hoping it's temporary, and that once I get everything unpacked and can start leaving catnip out in more places, making the house more kitty-friendly, that sort of thing, he'll be fine, but especially the idea of getting him used to other humans is something I don't know how to help him with and nothing I've read addresses introducing cats to new humans.
Hope you all had a great weekend. Back to work tomorrow--with probably a week of evenings unpacking and rearranging!
You have made my dish-packing day.
Did I mention I was moving this weekend? Here's hoping the new place--hardwood floors! yay!--will be good for my allergies!
I just have to say out loud that Extreme Makeover: Home Edition always makes me cry. They do good things for people who need it. I've had my concerns in the past about the supersizing of small homes--tax burdens on poor families, utility burdens, that kind of thing--but the direction they've been taking, making sure to build more "greener" when they can, looking for people who don't just have small or worn-down houses but who have something very special about them who can't do for themselves what needs to be done. I've seen them help two families whose houses burned down--tonight's is making me bawl because not only did their house burn down, but then the oldest son died in a car accident not much later--I've seen them help families with foster children with special needs (AIDS and such), and so on and on. If you watch the show you know what I'm talking about.
Sigh. So sad and so lovely all at once.
I must say, I still have my reservations because problems aren't solved by making your material dreams come true, whatever they are (though I'd love them to come in and pay off my student loans, don't get me wrong!)--but when you're at a point in your life where you don't even have a place to live, or that place to live is slowly killing you (in the case of the moldy house with the special needs foster kids), when you can't make those ends meet, it's really hard to work out your other problems, and a little joy like this for these people brings hope they might not have otherwise had. So, kudos for them, and kudos for them to spread the trend by encouraging people to get involved in their own communities. As I've watched the show, there have been so many times the community has gotten together to pay off a mortgage or set aside a fund for utilities or get the funds together for whatever special need the family has, and that's really nice.
I have accidentally deleted this post not once but TWICE! Argh.
Suffice it to say that I have been watching Animaniacs on DVD, and I can't do that without sharing a tiny bit of the doubtful joy that is the ear-bug of an opener. I couldn't find the part with the boingy! BOINGY! boingy! BOINGY! in the very beginning, that tells where they come from and how they get locked up in the tower, but I did find the regular opener:
And, in the spirit of international day yesterday (see below) I can't leave you without also sharing something educational.
Yes, I did mean Yakko's Nations of the World.
Did you ever notice that Israel is misspelled in the labels? I never did till just now.)
...And...
Remember the Wheel of Morality? :D
Now, with this little sampler, go find the DVD yourself--very worth it. You don't find humor like this every day. (Though, to be honest, I usually fast forward through the pigeons and the singing cat. They're not nearly so funny, despite my love of musical parody.)
Tonight has been an infuriating night of kitten mischief. I think Mogget is getting disoriented by the moving boxes--I'm moving in a few weeks and have started to collect boxes at work.
Remember the puzzle I talked about the other day? I started a new one on the card table, and he's been chewing on it ever since. Today he knocked the entire nearly-completed puzzle off the table onto the floor so he could get at some inner pieces to chew up. So much for that puzzle, I'm thinking.
He's also getting up on shelves and purposely knocking things down. He loves to do this regularly, but it's usually shiny little baubles that look like they'd roll or fly well. This time it was a bowl. Thankfully, a wooden one!
He also loves to tip over glasses so he can drink whatever's in your cup, but I haven't had one out tonight or I know I'd have a wet spot on the floor.
The more frustrated I get, the more ornery he gets. I know he can sense my frustration, and not just because I tend to yell "NO!" a whole lot more.
Sigh. Time to put everyything away and just go to bed. He's rather clingy since I went to LTUE, so when I go to bed he usually follows me and drapes himself across my feet rather possessively. Tends to make me not move while sleeping, which can make for a restless night, but it makes him feel better and I like having a warm furry overgrown kitten hanging out with me.
Also time to clip the claws. They're getting a bit sharp and when he's in a mood like this it's usually best to have blunt tips!
I'm trying to pack for my trip and deciding that once again, I have no idea how to pack light. I have a choice between three different books for the flight, plus four movies (I take my laptop whenever I travel, might as well bring a movie). I of course must bring
melissawriting's lovely Wicked Lovely, which I've been working on since ALA Midwinter. I'm about 3/4 of the way through and must know how it ends! I only read it at night as I'm drifting off to sleep, because I've been both sick and busy, so it's taking me forever.I also have
metteharrison's The Princess and the Hound in ARC that I want to read, but haven't gotten to yet. She is a Utah author, so perhaps I should also take it in honor of my Utah trip. She's not going to be at LTUE (as far as I know, at least), but it's that whole connection thing. The other choice is a book called Nobody's Princess another ARC from Midwinter, that I picked up mostly for the cover--combine the title with the stance of the model on the cover and it just makes me giggle. It's about Greek gods, so I'm not so sure I'll be all that into it (just not my thing), but I might be pleasantly surprised. I was going to give it to zeliot if it didn't grab me, but sadly she won't be making it up this weekend after all. (I'll let you know what I think, though, and if it'd be up your alley, zeliot.)I know I won't get through all 3 books, but I might just finish Wicked Lovely and start another one. The movies, well, I might just bring them all. One, you never know when you might like a quiet movie alone, and two, you never know when you might need a great girls' night movie. I just got Bride and Prejudice for myself for Christmas, so that's my latest fun thing (and it brings up good memories, too--watched it the first time at Cascadiacon with zeliot and
raisinfish). My perennial favorite Frank Capra movie, You Can't Take It with You, is due for another watching (I think I've worn out My Favorite Wife, so it's out of the rotation for a while). And I just treated myself with a little babysitting money to National Treasure, which I don't care what anyone says, it's a great movie, and Goonies, which I've loved since the 5th grade at Brandy Wheeler's slumber party. The latter two I haven't opened yet, and I might just let them have their maiden voyages on this trip.And don't even get me started on the swag I'm bringing. I have to bring an extra suitcase every time I go to LTUE, between bringing friends swag with my product points and all the bookmarks, flyers, ARCs, and samples I bring for the con people. Thankfully, that means I get to leave the contents in Utah and fly back much lighter. Well, but this time I'm taking my Star Wars minis back with me. The product room was sold out, so I said I'd bring my full set (that I won for employee appreciation week) to get a chance to finally play it with someone. So let's hope I get the chance, or that's just one more thing I'll be carting around!
I'm still waiting, at nearly midnight, for my laundry to finish. Perhaps I should have thought of doing that yesterday, seeing as how the cab will be here to pick me up at 5:50 a.m. I hate early-morning flights. I'm a late-night packer. I have such a hard time making decisions, that I end up staying up entirely too late the night before, and finally end packing about 2 a.m. I leave the full suitcases right by the door, toiletries and all, because I'm so afraid of oversleeping that I take my shower the night before so all I have to do is jump up, dress, and run out the door if necessary.
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