fine whine

We're supposed to be moving in a week, and as such the packing has long since begun. One corner of our tiny little living room is filled with over forty packed boxes, including some thirteen office paper boxes.

Forty's not enough. We looted the cardboard dumpsters behind the shopping plaza earlier tonight and also came back with five (purchased) fake-Rubbermaid tubs to fill as well. The place is getting smaller with every box that we pack, and all I can think, other than that I should have eaten dinner before nine o'clock, is to wonder if I should have taken any pictures before we started dismantling the place. There's still a relatively intact corner and the kitchen and bedroom are mostly intact... but is it worth it?

Hopefully what keeps me awake tonight is the three dollar pizza and not foolish notions of needing memories.