I'm so restless. I'm currently in between stages, which is something I detest. I leave Houston Saturday morning at 7 AM, and the only activity I have to fill my days with is packing! I could do that in one day. Besides, packing early sucks. What if I need something that's shuffling across the bottom of some bag ready to be transported? Also, everyone's at work. No partner in crime. I hate this week. It's waiting. Waiting...