God I hate packing.
I'm nearly done with it, just down to the worst part. I've set little goals for myself. Todays goals have not been reached, but it's only 8:30, it shouldn't take more than two hours to finish.
Of course I'm writing a blog instead, and that's not getting the job done.
I've steeled myself with the idea of job hunting next week. If this warehouse gig doesn't come through. There's plenty of work out there. I checked, actually. Utah Employment Services. There's mad work out there.
Which is good.
It's wierd. Really.
I've got a few days left here in Logan. I've decided to leave Sunday morning.
I've got three days left here after today.
I am looking to forward to a cooler basement.
Gods, this apartment is shitty right now with the heat. My mother's basement stays rather cool, without air conditioning.
I'm pretty stoked for that.
Well I ramble.
There's a lot of little things I could talk about. Saw, and bid farewell to many of my friends the last few days. There are a few more I hope to see before this is all over.
But really, this is it.
The last post from Logan.
Catch you all on the flip side.
posted by F.G. Shaw @ 8:20 PM
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