anything but packing

I've given myself a facial, put egg whites in my hair, emailing, pacing, anything but packing. I hate it... ugh. Scrubbing floors, vacuuming, watering plants, picking up stray wrappers and chords. Enough procrastination -- my reward will be a night on the town (Shabbat in Jerusalem). Generally a pretty thin affair -- two open bars. Both dives, with either bad Russian hip hop (yea) or bad American hip hop (o' yea). That happens in two hours with Enia - so until then, lugging, dusting, folding, chucking and gathering all my crap for the transition to Tel Aviv.