There are moments in my life… increasingly occurring lately…. where I couldn’t be less glamorous or more moronic.  The last 24 hours is certainly proving this point.

Since Wednesday, I have been sleeping on an air mattress with a sleeping bag.  The bag has been zipped up and every night I wake up sweating and miserable. So last night, genius – I kept the sleeping bag unzipped.  I was so cold, that I slept scrunched up and now my neck is killing me!

Frantically cramming left over belongings into my storage space, I have raced back to the apartment to clean my fridge.  I went Mommie Dearest on the fridge… you could lick any shelf and survive should you want to, and there are NO WIRE HANGERS!

Went to lunch with great friend… he will probably read this so I have to say it… although he is a really, truly a great friend and wonderful human being… a little skewed on the political front…. anyway, once I got home I need to change back into dirty, moving t-shirt.  My apartment is empty and the window blinds aren’t great, and I’m multi-tasking – so I take off my sweater and am wandering around my apartment topless.  And let me just say – all  those movies where women are getting ready for work, brushing their teeth naked or vacuuming in lingerie…. it doesn’t happen, but today I run around my apartment topless trying to remember where I left my crummy t-shirt… and I realize the gardner is staring at me.  Ahhh, Fellini.

I have more storage runs to make, car to pack, dinner with a Mexican family (no, really I do) and, Bree – I might even make dinner for a Nigerian family before I leave.

As ever,

K. Quinn