I'm packing for my move back home to Mississippi. I am very close to piling everything I own in the claw foot tub in my current apartment and setting it all ablaze like Ms. Lisa "Left Eye" Lopez.
I have seldom been this tired, and I have a full week ahead of me. It is my last week of Krav Maga, of having access to all the shops that San Francisco has to offer, plus I have around fifteen billion boxes of books to cart to the Post Office, laundry to do, clothes to drop off at Goodwill, more boxes to bring to my cousin's house for "rigged" shipping, and friends to see. I think I'm going to sneak off on Sunday and go to the Armstrong Redwoods, take a little pilgrimage before I leave to the big trees that make me dizzy when I try to look up at their tops. Or Thursday, perhaps? I must go.
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