Schedules are my friends!

This is as much for me as you. Perhaps more.

When I wake up, I will:
Become clothed
Make sure to bring the Bag of Fun with me
Visit the gas station, fill tank, top off slightly-sagging tire
Visit pharmacy, pick up The Pill, pick up The Bad Joke Present and Dr. Pepper
(time permitting) get photos printed
Hit the Gay Denny's for brunch with emptybackpack
Travel homewards
(failing time-permitting earlier, get photos printed)
Pick up frame, keychain, and Planned Entertainment in case his imagination fails us
Pick up handkerchiefs
(time permitting, more books in more boxes)
Drive to Mesa
Watch whatever there is to watch, attempt to not bawl my eyes out too much of the time, and say goodbye-for-now (goodbye for I'm-not-sure-how-long) to my best friend in this universe and several others, the man to whom I outsource my sanity when I don't have enough to get by on. I can almost type it without crying now.
Drive home.
Continue packing.

Tuesday:
Maybe I load the car and drive to San Francisco, Trip 1.

Wednesday:
Maybe I drive back in time for dinner.

Thursday:
I keep on packing.

GIP: star

I put it back on. I don't think it's coming off for a while. This, at least, will make things easier.

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New battle: Mike's fridge. Shuttleslayer's mom is home. Expired salad dressings. Dissolved in giggles.

19 tweets for 2008-12-8

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

• Monday, 0106: Meetup plotted with @emptybackpack, hooray!
• Monday, 0227: Over my shoulder a piano falls crashing to the ground. I'm breaking through, I'm bending spoons
• Monday, 0353: Trying to sleep. I keep thinking. Not sure if I will wake with headache. Watering pot.
• Monday, 0356: ...Yes, I am texting Twitter from bed with the computer right there but this way I might sleep.
• Monday, 0414: This 4am, this letter. I have not felt this brand of misery since 1996. At least we are free agents. He is not Shawn
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