Writing and Packing and Watching, Oh My!

I made the mistake of asking my sister, a seasoned traveller, what i should bring with me. Actually, i tried to get her to help me pack. She took one look at the piles of clothing i had started and shook her head.

'You do not want me helping you.'

'But, but --' i sputtered (not California suave at all), you know how to pack so well.'

'No. Way. I'd take half your stuff out. We'll argue. You'll get mad, and then I'll have to remind you that you were the one who asked.'

So, I'm was on my own. And i might have managed to at least get some of it done if it weren't for mobile me. 

Mac users out there? Mobile me trashed/crashed my computer. I was not a happy camper. I spent all of last night and much of today trouble shooting. If you can call trying to reason with an inanimate object trouble shooting. I was a little short on patience, so my better, more patient half took over. Infinitely more patient. 

And he reads manuals. 

I think a lot of my grumpiness has a lot to do with not being able to run for two days due to a pulled achilles tendon. And the essay I'm trying to finish before I leave for California. Ugh. 

You see, there is a new DVD sitting on my table calling my name. My husband slipped it into the shopping basket today in the hopes of surprising me. 

Yup. My Revelations DVD. I am dying to pop it in and plant myself in front of it, though it isn't like I haven't seen the episodes before. At least few times each. But this essay is hanging over my head. That and it's a small feat negotiating the piles of clothing littering my floor. 

I really should pick through them and begin the process of selecting what  need to bring with me.

But you know what?

I think this fan girl needs an XF fix. 

Right now.