Call me a busy little bee, ‘cause today I’m the packing Queen! Oh, yeah…my apartment is a compete maze at the moment. I feel like I’m in a labryinth, except instead of little gnomes and ivy covered walls, I’ve got boxes. Maybe I’ll find the minotaur in the center of my living room (if I can actually get there). Or David Bowie: in tights, brocade, and a funky wig. I’d be cool with that.
Revisions continue. I should really be working on them instead of throwing books into boxes, but the movers are coming tomorrow. Argh.