...Wow, this sounds familiar

Am leaving for Cape Cod tomorrow morning. Should probably pack now. But then, it's me we're talking about. If I didn't procrastinate, reality as we know it might fold in on itself and snap.

So I will see you all in two weeks. If I come back alive/sane. And considering that, not only will I have no internet access, but the woman whom I refuse to call my grandmother is coming along, that is not a given. Yes, folks, this is my vacation. Either my parents harbor ill will toward me, or I have secret masochistic tendencies. I suspect it's both.

But enough bitching. ...Which I'm sure you realize is only half serious. You do realize that, right. I mean what I'm saying, but the crisis levels should be taken with a grain of salt and a dash of dill.

Right. I'm gonna shut up and pack now. Snoodles~