People change, even throughout the day. And that scares me. I'm afraid of people, always thinking that I'm offending them. Of course that means I always feel that I'm saying the wrong things. I try to fulfill people's requests as much as I can, and feel terrible when I can't.

Today: continue to pack, send MuTao back, deal with insurance thingie.
Tomorrow: last chance to pack and move, clean this place up, Amazing Race.
The day after: move in to new place, go to Toronto with Roger driving the Echo.
Rest of the week: change of address madness and massive research. Or, partying at the new place.

Not many people were fooled by the egg roll box. Too bad. But it's ok, since the main purpose of sending it in is to get rid of junk from my place.