Running Out of Boxes!!!!!

I've been packing! A lot! We had a ginormous pile of boxes, some from a strip mall dumpster, a bajillion from a friend who moved a while back and was keeping them in her garage forever and ever. And now I've got, like, eleven left. Most of them little itty bitty things. NOT GOING TO CUT IT. We went out today intending to dumpster dive for some more and found a bunch of empty dumpsters cuz, DUH, it's garbage day! Boxes=not something I want to purchase. I've never even understood why they sell them and what kind of people buy them (standard disclaimer: unless YOU buy them, you're obviously intelligent, good-looking, (a bit obtuse when it comes to buying something you can get for free), and handy with tools).

I am feeling stressed out. Looking around and wondering if I can get this all done by Friday evening, which may or may not be stupid considering we will still have access to this house even after that, for nobody knows how long because either the bank itself or our mortgage information has dropped off the face of the earth. There is still so much to do! This is why my stress dreams all involve packing! The stuff! It just multiplies and breeds even as I am trying to cram it into various movable containers!

POINT BEING. I am eating Little Debbie oatmeal marshmallow thingies (so gross! so yummy!) and drinking Jones soda under the assumption that doing so will probably make everything all right.