Packing. Not delightful.

I'm sort of overwhelmed by everything I have to do. So much so that I feel paralyzed, and, as a result, am not doing anything at all. My normal approach to packing involves throwing a bunch of crap into a bunch of boxes, figuring it'll all come out ok in the end. But this time, there are multiple ends. I've got to pack for Africa. And Asia. And New Zealand. And storage in my sister's garage. Each place gets its own allotment of stuff, but sorting it all out in an orderly fashion is causing me no end of grief. And the fact that I'm inherently lazy, messy, and disorganized isn't help matters.

In fact, the only thing that'll help me right now is...wine. In large quantities.