everyday is a countdown

time is kicking my arse. i feel like i don't have any of it. gotta move outta this apartment. gotta get boxes down to san jose. gotta pack up my stuff for new zealand. gotta get ready for work. gotta get enough sleep. see? so many things, so little time.

mike and i are going to be uncle and auntie again. sometime at the end of this week, dave and loretta are expecting the newest addition to their family. i did find out the names, but i won't spoil the surprise. i think the baby is a girl, although most everyone else thinks it's a boy. if i am wrong, it wouldn't be the first time.

i was successful last weekend in packing up most of my desk, including filing or shredding almost every piece of paper piled up on my desk and floor. i swear, we probably destroyed a whole forest with all the junk mail we have received. i took out 3 or 4 or 5 trash bags full of shredded waste. also, i attacked my closet and packed one huge box of clothes that i won't be wearing for a long while, as they are stuck in storage and a big ship to the other side of the world.

time check: 5:23pm. just got home from work. checked the mail. dang. no passports again. starting to get VERY anxious about my identity floating around in the international postal service somewhere between london and california.

i am tired today. and hot. but sunny will be even hotter this weekend. she is going to vegas with a bunch of her high school peeps. i checked the weather. it is supposed to be 106-108 degrees. that is freaking insane. i am starting to not like the warmer temperatures. even when it hits 80, i am whining that it is too hot outside. wimpy mcwimper, i tell ya.