procrastination: not just for grad students anymore!
Argh. Last-minute trip-related procrastination gets me every time.

Hmmm. Should I clean out the fridge? Organize my recycling? Eat some of those chips that taste like RIBS?

(sidebar: seriously, whoever made the new line of PC chips is my new boyfriend (assuming it's a boy, and if not, to quote the great H. Simpson, "I'm not gay, but I'll learn."). I thought the Greek chips were good, but then I tasted the rib chips. It's like I'm actually eating ribs. Ribs that taste like chips. It's the best of all possible worlds, now with extra saturated fats. Delicious!)

I should vacuum. Or dust. Or do some dishes. Or maybe check out Pop Culture Junk Mail. Ooooh. There's an Internet Movie Script Database now? Why Chicks Cry, you had me at "Being Evicted," but then you threw in "Hypothermia" at no extra charge. Well done. ("Birds" is just the icing on the cake.)

Oh, I meant to google a replacement for my beloved snakeskin flats. And check in for my flight. And read that article about Iceland's financial meltdown! (Does any other family reunion come with pre-reading?) And play some Wii golf to warm up for the tournament.

Uh...and, you know, pack.