I can't believe I did this, but I actually went out and purchased packing paper. It seems so pointless, paying money for paper that I'm only going to throw away soon, but I kinda had to. Last move I could use my clothing since I was unpacking and putting everything away as soon as I moved, but that's not the case this time. I used some of my long- sleeved tops, but that and my towels only covered part of my breakables, and I have most of my kitchen dishes to go. Grumble grumble grumble. And this town doesn't have a local paper or weekly mag (my packing material of choice back before that) for me to grab. I just drove around town and couldn't even find the "homes for sale" and "penny saver" rags to use. (This is probably because the local shitbirds and hooligans destroy anything that isn't nailed down and a lot of stuff that is.) And Starbucks must have some sort of intricate lossage system since they told me their paper deliverer keeps counts of what gets left as well as what gets sold, so they couldn't give anything to me.
It's interesting to me how quickly I've become a relic of another time, what with my insistence on hard copy books and DVDs for my movies and CDs for my computer programs and printed out copies of student drafts and finished projects. It's also interesting to me that we as a society can have given up so much of this and yet reports say we are drawing in more stuff than ever. What stuff, if not that stuff? I dunno.
Anyway, still ever closer to the move-out date, and not really showing much more than incremental progress on anything. Meh. Sigh. I'm gonna go procrastinate now.