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Anything to avoid packing

Absolutely my only excuse for posting right now is that I've realized I can have this sign as an entry icon*, even if I don't get to have the sign itself. (Although it turns out you can buy all sorts of road signs, at fairly reasonable prices even.)

We have invested heavily in medium and large-sized cardboard boxes, rolls of packing tape, bubble wrap, and the like. I also have industrial quantities of tiny paper bags, in which to roll up loose type so it won't rattle around and fall out of the cases or get damaged in transit. At least that's the theory.

I still need to work on disassembling the press, for which I've been waiting on warm dry weather so I can open the windows and vent paint-remover fumes. Only it's still acting like February around here, and continues to be forty-five degrees and rainy, so this isn't happening yet. Maybe by the weekend.

On the one hand, I guess I'm glad I'm not stuck doing my packing someplace where it's eighty-five degrees and humid, but on the other hand I'm really tired of wearing thick wooly sweaters.

...And as I'm typing this, the clouds are blowing away and the sun is coming out. Ha ha.

I wish I knew how to stop being so angst-ridden about leaving Seattle. It makes me feel like a quitter and a loser and a failure, no matter how much I try to tell myself there are perfectly sensible reasons for going. I'm finding it more or less impossible to separate my rejection by the local culture from my rejection by Jeremy: they seem absolutely parallel. In both situations, I turned out to be a disappointment and a nuisance, full of jarring wrong opinions. In both cases, the answer was for me to just quietly go away and stop causing problems, and in both cases I am convinced that I was an idiot to stick around trying to make things work for so long.

Well. Time to stop putting it off, and get back to loading type into bags.

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* It's only visible on Dreamwidth, because I got sick of trying to mess with LiveJournal's increasingly-stupid nested menus. Bah.

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