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Because all my brain does is rewrite songs (the drunkpost was to the tune of Kung-Fu Fighting), here, to the tune of Carol of the Bells...

DON'T WANNA PACK
DON'T WANNA PACK
DON'T WANNA PACK
DON'T WANNA PACK

uggh. Other than the "depressing" factor, and the "effort" factor, it's just that in reality what I have to do is pack, then unpack some, then repack for Europe, then go to Europe, then unpack that, then repack everything. The unpacking and repacking beforehand is because my lease expires whilst I am in Europe, so I need to be out of my room before I leave -- which means everything needs to be suitcased and in someone else's room, which means I need to buy a suitcase... so I need to pack EVERYTHING so that I can figure out how big of one I need to acquire. And then pack things into that too. BLEH.

don't wannaaaaaa.