Thursday, June 16, 2005


Tomorrow is my packout. For the past few days, I've been waking up feeling stressed. Not stressed in an abstract, brow-knitting kind of way, but really physically stressed. I can feel the adrenaline coursing around in my body, as if my blood were searching for an exit. My skin has developed a thrumming pulse all its own.

With the exception of a few odds and ends (papers to file, old pictures to sort through), all of my belongings are piled in my room. Following protocol, there is a storage pile and an apartment pile. Everything breakable has been photographed and documented; books have been catalogued. Preparations for clothes packing are underway. And I have survived a moment of sheer terror, when I discovered my unbelievably obese cat attempting to gingerly make her way across the glassware and picture frames to inspect some dustmote in the corner.

Still, for all that, I have this intense desire to light a match and throw it in.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Keep on writing, Katie! The more stressful you are, the better your stories become! : )
Love you!
(I still don't know how to post messages on 'our' blogspot... Can you please txt me the username and password?)
Keep smiling!