Suzy’s confused about all the boxes piling up and invading her apartment.
It’s 3:30 am now. I’ve been packing since midnight (er, yeah, procrastination is a bitch), battling the remnants of my Sundance cold, and trying to fight off the hints of out-of-control-emotional-mess syndrome I’m starting to feel. I know I’m being a baby, but living without David for the first time in three years is going to be….strange. Sigh.
