Underwear, Button Downs, and Pants

In more than the usual sense, my room has become a terrible display of chaos. To make comparisons of bad taste, it looks like a tsunami, hurricane and 911 all came through my room, flipped all my cloth around, drank all my soda, ate a bunch of food, unpacked some boxes from UPS, and threw napkins and tissues all over my floor (somewhat near my trashcan but not in it).

And in this mess, I realized something. Besides the fact that i'm now officially an unemployed college graduate, besides the fact that I haven't really don't anything but play video games for 3 weeks, i realize that I truly have no skill for packing. It's a simple two week trip to the other side of the United States, and I'm panicking like i'm going to Africa for the next couple of years.

What to pack? What to bring? What if I want to do something I normally wouldn't do, like... jog? I mean, if Ben Affleck can run in a suit, so can I, right? What about cellphones? T-Mobile is suppose to work anywhere in the world? But what if it doesn't?? I need socks! I need underwear! Oh my god, toothpaste!

So many things, so little time, so obviously don't want to forget something. So much thinking and not enough packing.

So in my tsunami tornado'd 911 room, sits an empty medium size suitcase with clothes and items all around it. It'll get done tomorrow.