Twas the night before Israel....

I am a copycat, but I figure who better to copy than sister? Finally, I am able to follow in her footsteps, and proud to say I owe this blob (no typo) to her.

So here I am, circa 11:30pm, wide awake. All I can do is sit in the dark and bemoan the fact that I have to get up so early tomorrow to complete my packing and preparations for the trip. Well, actually, I have to get up really early to put quarters in the meter so I don't get towed...but THEN I have to pack. Double ick. I have all my clothes in the suitcase, but that is another issue...all the clothes that are in there and really shouldn't be! Life can be so difficult when you are young and headed on an all-expenses-paid trip to a Mediterranian paradise.
You may be asking, why sit and complain about packing? Why not just pack NOW, while you are totally buzzed on that final cherry-coke you had too late into wine class? Well, I have a thing called a roomate. Her name is Miriam, and lucky for me and my aversion to packing, she has decided to get into bed early tonight. And so, Miriam saves the day, and Vicky does not have to pack, and instead must sit quietly stewing. That is my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Just thought i'd write a little "pre-departure" post, to get into the swing of things: why leave till tomorrow what you can do today, right? No wait...man, I'm ironic.

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