3 hours until I take off for Denver. I currently attempt to pack my clothes for the weekend. Usually this is never an easy task, packing for a trip. Length usually doesn't matter surprisingly, it always culminates into a frenzy of stuffing random clothing into a bag a few hours prior to take off. There is no frenzy at the moment but yet a bag still remains only half full of random clothes. My frenzy is more of stumbling and blankly staring at my closet, then draws, then back at my closet. The fact that i have only 2 hours of sleep is the basis of my effortless and mindless packing. It is hard to concentrate on what you may need to wear for 3 days when your mind just wants to be wrapped in a comfy blanket. I don't think that look would fly for a baby shower or a flight to denver.
Needless to say all I can think about is bed. Bed. Bed. Bed. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
I am flying to Denver because my grandma flew out for the week. My Aunt is also going to have a baby shower for my cousin, who is due in July. I thought it I would partake in the festive and get to see my much missed grandma. Really though, I wish I was staying home. I would love for a whole free weekend to relax, spend some quality time at home with the roomies, and just chill out. Alas I bought the ticket 2 weeks ago so I didn't know I would just rather stay at home. It doesn't help I am half asleep. It makes me slightly more grouchy about leaving. Also the slight fact that i charges this trip because I really couldn't afford it has me a bit upset with myself and spending habits. In the end though I know as soon as I see my grandma I will be happy I spent the money. I know I will enjoy the weekend. I am just being a sleep deprived cranky bitch.
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