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Making a packing list while accidentally overcaffeinated probably isn't the best idea. But I need the list, because going to CT for Thanksgiving this year also includes my 20-year HS reunion and that involves a whole other world of Stuff that I don't usually travel with. It won't be a disaster if I forget the makeup remover, but it will be if I forget the shoes. And then there's the evening purse, and the earrings, and the makeup, and the necklace, and the bobby pins...so there's a 12-item list (and a separate piece of luggage) for a four-hour event, and I'm panicking about it because I'm overcaffeinated.
I also appear to be panicking, subconsciously, about the gall bladder surgery. I had a very strange dream last night in which they cut me open and removed a whole lot of little tiny jars full of random stuff like jam and paté and gravy. In the dream I was happy about that, because it meant I would lose some more weight since I wouldn't be carrying all those jars around. It didn't seem to be a problem for anybody that my innards were full of jars of stuff, either. The more I think about that when awake, the more it disturbs me. I should probably quit thinking about it.
On the positive side, I am now adequately supplied with pants that fit. And I found a five-minute hairstyle that will actually stay where I put it without a gallon of hairspray. (Where has the Gibson tuck been all my life? It almost doesn't even need bobby pins.) And The Rocky Road to Dublin is an excellent song for being overcaffeinated to.
I also appear to be panicking, subconsciously, about the gall bladder surgery. I had a very strange dream last night in which they cut me open and removed a whole lot of little tiny jars full of random stuff like jam and paté and gravy. In the dream I was happy about that, because it meant I would lose some more weight since I wouldn't be carrying all those jars around. It didn't seem to be a problem for anybody that my innards were full of jars of stuff, either. The more I think about that when awake, the more it disturbs me. I should probably quit thinking about it.
On the positive side, I am now adequately supplied with pants that fit. And I found a five-minute hairstyle that will actually stay where I put it without a gallon of hairspray. (Where has the Gibson tuck been all my life? It almost doesn't even need bobby pins.) And The Rocky Road to Dublin is an excellent song for being overcaffeinated to.