I HATE PACKING! Why is it that with careful planning, something nearly always goes ary? Take now, for example. The fucking stuff won't fit in the fucking car! FUCK FUCK FUCK! And honestly, I was trying to pack as lightly as I could, but of course, when you're bringing EVERYTHING, it's not like that works, eh? AHHHHHHHHHHH! It's tomorrow, TOMORROW!? What am I going to do!?