Packing break: Dinnertime

I wish I were still hungry. Not because the pizza is good (though it is), but because I don't want to go back to packing. In fact, I'm not sure there are words for how much I want to say "fuckit" and have another Blue-Moon-with-orange and kick back for the rest of the night.

But we're out of here Thursday morning at 10:00.

This must be what "adult situations" refers to - these kinds of decisions. (I know I've used some adult language once or twice today.)

Back to packing...