As M-day approaches, my itchy, scratchy brain in its fevered state is reduced to one thought: Just Pack. Whatever I look at, whatever I read, it says: Just Pack. When I close my eyes and try to relax, it's there: Just Pack. Insomnia-induced rantings are reduced to two words: Just Pack. Even a trip to a pan-Asian supermarket (which is how I know I'm not in hell quite yet) results in: Just Pack.
Posted at 3:38 AM
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