hours

Yesterday I ran errands like a madwoman.

I was so frenetic, running all over Princeton doing these errands.

I stayed up all last night packing.  I only got one box done.  I did give my futon away to Shelley and Lova (so cute, the two of them).  I’m only a third of the way done in packing, I think… if not more.

Oh, yesterday, I stayed up for hours.  I mean, I was up for 26+ hours and I didn’t feel tired AT ALL.  AT ALL.  What is wrong with me?  I’m turning into Andrew Kim.  I finally forced myself to go to sleep at 4ish.  I woke up a few times because people called me and my alarms went off, but I mumbled, shut my alarms off, and went back to sleep.  I woke up at 4am, feeling nice (but super dry).

I made Julia sad yesterday because I welched on going to Flushing… I feel so bad about it.  …  She was so unhappy about it.  I’m glad to say our conversation ended happily (the two of us concluding we need a second honeymoon).  I spent a great deal of the day with Dahae, and that’s always good.

I’m not tired, but I feel so unmotivated when I think all that has to be accomplished by 11am.  (Realistically, needs to be done by 10.)  Okay, TIME TO START!