After my usual (!!get the fuck outta my way you slow-ass bitches!!) drive into work, I am ready to face the day. So long as the coffee machine is working, which *slurp* …it is. Ahh, caffeine.

Today is the day. The truck is reserved, the lease is signed, the boxes are kinda-sorta packed. I am SO not ready for this. Well, OK. I am ready in the sense that I am ready to move out. I am not ready in the sense of “omfg I have no movers & i’m not done packing & who’s gonna watch the Girlie during the move & what is my game plan & the truck has to go back tomorrow & it looks like its going to rain & & & & …”

I’m not panicking just yet. I can feel the panicbeast circling though. Its sharp, little teeth have nipped me a couple of times but so far, I’ve kept it at bay.

*prays Please don’t rain, Please don’t rain, Please don’t rain