Reality check.

The movers are here. I am exhausted, and very sad. It has finally hit me.

Goodbye, fair city...

Recovering from hangover from last night's goodbye party. I went to Imperial house with 70 of my closest friends. It was a blast. This is the most boring post ever. Sorry. I'm exhausted.

Movers coming on Monday. The thought exhausts me further, so I am going to lay on the couch now.

It begins.

Moving to San Francisco and I plan on sitting in coffee shops working on this blog. In this fantasy, I am wearing a jaunty hat, a mini dress and tights. My hair is wavy and long, and it looked that good when I woke up. I have a cappuccino and a laptop, and it is the beginning of my new fabulous adventure.

Obviously this is the first scene in the movie.

It would not contain the current scene, which is me sitting in jeans and a tee, complemented by a giant zit that is taking over my whole face, a vague headache and a Law & Order rerun.

Sister, please. All moments from now on shall be filmic!