So, thus beginneth the weekend of Supa-Xtra Insanity!! Right now it is Friday night, and I am home “packing” for my work trip to Salt Lake City.

However this is all I have done so far tonight:
1. Watched two episodes of The Golden Girls on Lifetime.
2. Ate some sushi and salad (since I quit my gym membership, I am making up for it by eating lots of fruits and vegetables and crunchy eel rolls).
3. Opened up my two new DVDs from Netfix.
4. Marveled at the fact that Magnolia is 3 hours and 8 minutes. It’s a great movie, but DAMN. It’s called editing, director dude.
5. Spoke to my mom about the coordination of events for The Madness That Is To Befall Us For The Rest Of The Weekend.
6. Put suitcase in the middle of the room.
7. Poured glass of red wine.
8. Stared at the suitcase.
9. Checked the weather in Salt Lake City on weather.com.
10. Got seduced by internet. Eventually started writing this post.

Have I mentioned how much I hate packing? I am infamous for leaving it until the verrrry last possible minute, as evidenced by the fact that when I was 21, I did not start packing for a YEAR-LONG STAY IN LONDON until the morning of my 2pm flight. My mom had been screeching at me to “get on it already” for days, but such was the power of my convictions (laziness) that I held strong (was lazy) the entire time (was reduced to a mad racing fool trying for three hours to cram clothes for four seasons into the required two suitcases).

Sigh. I don’t have that “luxury” this time though. I am really gonna have to get this done tonight, because the rest of my weekend is very insane. This is what it involves:

Saturday morning: My mom arrives to continue with the moving-out of my stuff from my apartment. (Have I packed any boxes that need to be moved out? Three guesses.)

Saturday noon: We drop my paintings off at the site of that art auction. Yup, it’s tomorrow night. Two paintings of mine are going to be auctioned off for charity, and I am so excited! I got them framed and everything:

It’s weird to think that after tomorrow, I’ll never see either one of them again (sniff). That is, of course, unless they don’t sell, and that will just make me sad for a whole different reason.

Moving on with the Schedule of Doom!

Saturday afternoon: Go back to my mom’s house in the suburbs. Help her unpack the car. Take advantage of washing machine that does not require quarters.

Saturday evening: The auction! Get all gussied up and watch my babies get sold to the highest bidder.

Saturday late night: Go home. Try to get a few hours sleep.

Sunday, 6AM IN THE FRIGGIN MORNING: Car comes to pick me up.

Sunday, 7:40AM, SWEET JESUS OH THE PAIN: My flight to Salt Lake City leaves from Dulles airport, which is not in downtown DC, nooooo, but out in the suburbs. The plane LEAVES the ground, theoretically, at 7:40am. I did not know that airports were even open at 7:40am on Sundays, but apparently they are.

Sunday, 10:20am: I arrive in the Land of The Mormons. I’ll be there until Thursday, and I will think of you all lots and take many photos of mountain ranges and wholesomeness to share with you when I return.

Have a nice week, y’all (I am trying this out in advance, for Savannah). If I’m lucky, I’ll have enough spare time to visit the Salt Lake of Salt Lake City. Maybe I will catch a delicious bass.