Proof I hate packing...

I hate packing for no other reason than I hate it. I dress according to my mood and that is hard to forecast sometimes. Ok, majority of the time. So, to prove how much I procrastinate when it comes to filling a suitcase, I am posting what I just sketched. Remote controls. Really?! Sitting on my bed, I spot two sharpies and a legal pad within arms reach. I look down to my right and see the remotes sitting on my night stand. I proceed to then draw them instead of using them to turn on my tv -- aka another distraction I clearly do not need right now. What I DO need is a fire lit under my...well, you know where. Maybe, just maybe the remotes will take on an instant, special packing power that will just take care of it for me (while making sure everything matches and remains fashion forward by my standards, of course)...wishful thinking. And the best part is that it took more time to open my lap top, sign in and write this, then I even spent on my Magnavox masterpiece...now let the productivity ensue!!