This lifestyle is simply not sustainable. But on I go. I seem to have contracted some sort of head cold from B. I suspect he infected me on purpose to slow me down and save himself from more nights of his critical role of designated driver. Possibly by heavily breathing in my general vicinity. It's also possible that my current immune system breakdown may be a result of the combination of successive nights of heavy drinking and early morning runs in the cold. This has yet to be decided.
A total of one Christmas present has been purchased.
A total of zero boxes have been packed.
A total of six giant empty Tupperware containers sit in the middle of our living room.
A total of eight piles of questionably clean clothes take up space on our bedroom floor.
A total of one shoe has been lost.
A total of three crying incidences have taken place. One of which was in a crowded bar.
A total of four days lie between my final day of my current employment.
A total of zero future employment opportunities have been attained.
Estimated amount of predicted total meltdowns: six.
Estimated amount of predicted time spent watching The Muppets sing Christmas carols instead of packing: Incalculable.