Things Get Worse Before They Get Better

The packing situation in 409B is looking a bit, well worse for wear. I still have a little more than 48 hours to get all of this stuff together, and it should happen... but I've also got to throw together an outline for a research paper, which probably won't happen. My priorities should be flipped around, but I don't really care at this point. I can smell summer... ok, well maybe not, but it does smell like rain outside (because it's raining).

Here are some pictures of the current situation in 409B:




**NOTE: Yes, that is my roommate, asleep in her bed, with my mattress up in her business.