Packing

Friday night after work I’ll do a planes trains and automobiles thing, and then Saturday I’ll do the whole thing again, after which I’ll meet an old friend for late lunch or a drink or something, and then go to another friend’s birthday party. This is WAY too much socialising in 24 hours for me, but I will have to be brave. I think I can do it (the following week I plan a lot more socialising, but I’ll be on holiday, and not within public-transport reach of my nice empty apartment, which will be calling to me with its siren song at approximately Saturday lunchtime, which is when I’ll have to be girding my loins for two more social engagements with people I’m extremely fond of).

All this is mind-boggling enough, but it’s the packing that is doing my head in. If I was a bit more normal, I’d just fling everything I need into a suitcase, and I’d be fine. But I can’t stand traveling on public transport with suitcases, so I will just have a large bag which does not conveniently roll along the floor, and which will therefore give me backache. The fact that I am an idiot will not alleviate the backache, particularly as I will be a person with backache tottering along in high heels. A suitcase would, of course, accommodate clothes to go to work in, to travel in, to get fucked in, to have late lunch in, and to party in; a largeish bag can probably deal with one change of clothes and one of unsuitable shoes.

Sometimes I’m grateful that dealing with my own weird neuroses is the most stress I have to deal with.