Tired and Packing

So I'm packing right now and I'm stalled waiting for my last load of laundry to finish up. That load has stuff in it that I've already set aside room for (as in nothing else will fit in the space) in the bag I'm currently packing. So, I pretty much have nothing to do and what I really want is a nap, but I can't have one because my suitcase and various bits are taking up my entire bed (a fairly easy task).

I despise packing. I despise the fact that I'm catching a cab at 7am to go to Heathrow but that doing this is only saving me £5. I despise the fact that I had to run to the post office before it closed to buy a 68p stamp and that I had to break a £10 note to do it. I despise everything right now.

Gods do I need a nap. I've had lunch now it SHOULD be nap-time. No luck for me though, instead I get to winge on-line because I have nowhere to sleep. *grumble*

Blerg

Well I ended up taking a nap on the floor, with my pillows, using my bathrobe for a blanket. How lame am I?

Since about 3 (when the laundry finished) I've packed 2 out of 3 suitcases, cleaning out my closet and most of my shelves, plus my walls. Still need to do the wall above my bed, but that'll be the last to go. I threw out most of the photos mom sent me, my Two Towers posters, all but 2 of the fashion shots, and everything on my door. It was painful, but I have no room. I've also tossed old clothing, including my running shoes. If I didn't want to go wandering in Seahurst Park within a week of being home I'd toss my hiking shoes as well (they're at least 2-3 years old).

One suitcase left. Bleh. Why do I see myself having to go back through and toss stuff tonight and/or being overweight at the airport? I'm already over my number limit and will be paying BA £90 to haul my extra suitcase. So not loving this.