It's 7:22 am and I'm awake. Why is this? Probably because I'm using an extra (and not very nice) sheet set for a pillow, having packed all of mine and moved them into storage yesterday. My room is almost completely empty, save for a few things that I either need to take with me or have forgotten to pack.
I am a little depressed at the thought of leaving, but I think it partly has to do with the fact that the weather has been so bleak the past few days. It has just been spitting rain--not enough to stop you from doing things, but enough to make going outside somewhat unpleasant.
I've basically had three days straight of running errands. Have I complained yet how much I hate moving?