Another Embroidery Needle (And My Entire Wardrobe)

It's a wonderful feeling when you have almost your entire mp3 collection of 600+ tracks on random play, and the first one that comes up is your favourite one of them all.

I have just finished packing my entire life into a suitcase ready to move out on saturday. I'm a bit horrified at myself. Anyone that has met me more than a handful of times will probably be aware of the fact that I have rather an extensive wardrobe. I love clothes, I hate shopping for them, but I really do enjoy having interesting clothes to pick out when the mood takes me. I looked at almost my entire wardrobe dumped out on the bed, and thought that it was really very ridiculous, that judging visually there was no way it was going to fit into my single suitcase. 30-40 minutes later, and it's all packed away, including all my bed linen and extra blankets. And there's still the lid of the suitcase in which to place my treasured electric blanket and various coats and jumpers. I'm feeling rather smug at this accomplishment, but as I said, also a little horrified. I suppose it's only to be expected that I'm quite good at packing. After all, I have spent well over a third of my life packing up my worldly possessions into a suitcase on a fairly regular basis. It's like falling off a bike, somehow I don't think I'll ever really forget how. I just hope I don't get too addicted to the lifestyle.

I found another embroidery needle in bed in the process of packing.

Being able to actually lift this suitcase might turn out to be a bit of a problem, and I'm beginning to think that kicking my annoying step-dad out of the car in order to fit more luggage in might have been a bit of a mistake. Although, come to think of it, it's almost impossible to get him to engage for long enough to talk him into doing any heavy lifting. I can do this. I am the only child of a mother with a bad back, I've been carrying suitcases all my life. I really can do this. It's not going to be that much over 35kg. As long as there aren't too many stairs involved I'll be fine.

Oh, well.

Crap. It's really too late for any last minute weight-training to pay off, isn't it?

I also quit the diet today. Well, I'm going to attempt to quit the diet. Knowing me I'll probably forget to eat and there will be no noticeable difference in my eating habits, but I'm going to at least try to take advantage of the last few days of the decent food that is provided by my parents. I think I'm doing quite well so far, I had a pitta bread with Saint Agur cheese for lunch, and we're going out to an Italian restaurant tonight.