By some miracle, it is barely 7 o'clock and I am completely packed. Well, almost. All I have left to do is wait for my workout clothes to finish in the dryer. You know, so I can throw them in my suitcase as if I'm going to work out while I'm gone. Yeah. Right.
The only other thing I have to do is eat the rest of my birthday brownies. They might have gone bad by the time I get home on Sunday. Or they might be in Heidi's belly. You just never know.
Why am I posting right now? This is pointless. I have nothing to say. Nothing.
Hmm. Tomorrow I fly! Not really fly, like with a cape or wings or whatnot, but in a plane, which is almost as good. I chose a window seat on purpose and, although I'm bringing five books with me (why, Jennie? WHY?), I predict that I will spend the majority of the flight with my nose pressed against the window.
Do you want to know what books I'm bringing? Not Anna Karenina, even though I'm still not finished with it. But it's just too big. That's what she said. But seriously, it's huge. That's what she said. It's so big that it won't fit in my bag. No matter, instead I've packed my bag with skinny, light books. SUCH AS: Nine Stories, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Don't Get Too Comfortable, Shopgirl, and this book about Jane Austen. I have read all of the books except the one about Jane Austen. Chances are I will shove more books into my carry on before I leave tomorrow. I know I won't finish them all, but I have no idea what I'll be in the mood to read, you know? YOU know. Therefore, it is perfectly acceptable that I will end up taking half my library on the plane tomorrow.
I also packed Spongebob Uno, because you just never know when you might want to play it. Maybe I'll play it with the person sitting next to me. You don't know.
I'm waiting for Heidi to get home so I can eat dinner. Because apparently I'm 5 and can't eat dinner by myself. If she doesn't get home soon, I'm just going to eat birthday brownies for dinner. True story.