the Dalaverse

The little girl hanging off of Will is here to stay, and she also has a name now. I have a vague feeling that I might've cribbed it from somewhere, but fuck me if I can remember.


( Nothing New Under the Sun: Stowaway )

::pants:: Need...food...water...

Argh. If this little session of preliminary packing is so difficult, I shudder to think what next Saturday's going to be like. I've emptied out pretty much everything but what's necessary to survive the rest of the week. Except I ignored my sock/underwear drawer entirely and have to wait on lugging my music collection back home because I didn't have time to get everything back into its proper case. Now I'm having a quick lunch of strawberries before picking up the car, bringin it 'round, and trying to stuff all this shit in there. Thinking of staying till Tuesday (heh) now, because all this work and just one night? Seems wasteful.

I love my Yaffa blocks. All the remaining books and my movies are packed neatly into them and they're sitting quietly stacked on top of each other -- easy to store, easy to carry, and they're destined to become impromptu bookshelves when I get them all home.

My desk looks so lonely -- all the DVDs (except for PotC, Ultraviolent and Almost Famous, two of which I couldn't part with even for a week and one of which I'm working my way back through) and the knicknacks are gone. I wrapped everything breakable in wrinkled tank tops and packed them with Lassie and Johnny Cash, so hopefully they'll survive the trip.