Now with less shame

Not much to report, other than stressomnia (quote from co-worker, "You look rough!") and an incredibly productive morning of packing. So productive that I have had to find more boxes. Having sworn to come in under budget for this move, having shaken my fist in rage at the Home Depot at least twice in the past month, and still anticipating expenses for painting and a lot of liquor when I move in, I decided to cruise the local liquor store population for some boxes. (I think lost the parallel structure in there somewhere but I'm too sweaty to figure it out.)

I was running a little short on time today, so I ended up leaving straight from work to undertake this mission. It looked a little like this:
only I was wearing a floaty white skirt and a turquoise t-shirt and wedge sandals. And I got busted by the guy at my regular watering hole, who greeted me by name even though all he could see of me was my dangling legs. That's customer service, people.