saffronhare

My tactical packing skills are pretty weak right now. I thought I was doing well to make a list yesterday, so I wouldn't forget stuff for my PT, etc. And

agrnmn did all the laundry in the world, so 'most everything is clean. But no.

See, I have to cover four relatively snazzy-dressing conference days, two traveling days and (so far) two schmoozy dinners. Plus anything casual I want to have on hand for getting time on the town myself. In Atlanta. My wardrobe just ain't that deep, y'all. (sigh) Recruiting a sugar daddy to take me shopping and dress me up all pretty 'n shit doesn't seem like such a bad bargain today.

And trying to get ahead of the curve by doing some packing last night just didn't work quite so efficiently as I'd thought, since I neglected to plan for what I'd wear today and tomorrow before getting on the fecking plane. Amateur stuff, that is.

If I can't get my head out of my ass, I will not only end up overpacking...I will also get to Atlanta and discover I have forgotten to bring underwear.