Packing, or lack thereof

It's 11PM. I have to leave at 6:30AM tomorrow morning (yay!) and I am in no way packed. I got home from work at 7, then we had a girl come by and look at the room, then I ate dinner, then I read a book. And now here I am. 11PM! This is in no way surprising, but I'm still pissed at myself.

PACKING. NOW.