Tuesday the Seventh (and also the tenth)

Let me just begin by saying: where in the name of all that is holy are you all? I mean, seriously. I leave for a week and it all goes to pot? Jeeze Louise.

Anyways. We don't have a theme for this week, so I'll just begin talking about the fact that it is nine o'clock in the morning, I am leaving in an hour, and I still haven't finished packing. What I mean is: "Where the hell did I get all this shit?"

So, when I flew out to my summer res, I had two suitcases and a purse. Everything fit marvelously. But now? I have my two full suitcases, plus a mail box, two purses, and I still have a ton of unpacked clothes. And this happens /every year/. I think the suitcase faries hate me.

But anyways. Today in History: The institution of the dreaded "Oils, creams, gels." Airport rules. *shudder* The Magellan reached Venus, and the French Revolutionaries stormed the Tuiliers Palace.

And TV DIRT: I've got nothing.

Also, just for your info, the sun had three mass cmes, which are basically solar zits.