2 days, 17 hours and 15 minutes.

That’s when I leave. It’s 3:40 am and I can’t sleep. I don’t know if it’s because of the 2 double rum and Cokes I had or the…vodka and Redbull. Ok, it was the Redbull. Mystery solved. Ok then…I’ll just…

Wait, that wasn’t the purpose of this entry, was it? Uhh there is no purpose. Whatever.

I’ve started getting anxious about the move. I think I’m just worried about the loads of stuff I have and how little time I have left to sell, store, donate or throw away things.

Most recent “shit’s getting real” moment was when I sold my TV today. I sat there staring at this empty space, as many cats have done. Sadly enough, that TV was a lot of my life.

Oh my God, I have just come to the realization that I DIDN’T EVEN WATCH THE SERIES FINALE OF PARKS AND RECREATION.

I am so upset with myself now.

Oh wait, it’s cool, my sister has Hulu Plus, I can watch it tomorrow morning. Crisis averted.

Man, it is hard to stay on task on this thing.

Oh, also, Kevin posted a picture of #shutdesfuckup on his Instagram and I was offended. I was then told it was French. So I stopped being offended. And then I was offended again at how improper that French sounded. Am I wrong? I mean, if you’re going to say it in French, shouldn’t it at least be “Shut le fuck up”? Or is there some whole other meaning that I’m totally not getting.

Anyway, TL;DR: Des leaves soon, can’t sleep, ability to concentrate on one topic is non-existent, and questions the origins of #shutdesfuckup.