In The Wee, Wee Hours Of The Morning
It's 5 am, and yes, I'm still awake. I've been busy packing, but mostly depressed. I have come to the conclusion that we have far too much stuff. I'm not sure I know how to get rid of it though, or what to get rid of. Actually, I do know *how*, I think the hinderance is more that I don't want to.
The King and I have been fighting and it hasn't been fun. It's both of our faults, I suppose. His for the way this move is turning out. Mine for my attitude which makes me extremely difficult to live with. On the plus side, I think we are speaking to each other again.
All I really want to do is go to sleep. But if I go to sleep, will I ever wake up in time to go get the truck? I think I might take my chances.