Cake or Death?

The boxing continues and continues and continues. The bulk of the video tapes are done and I've started on the books, but there's still a chronic shortage of books and space and strength and patience. I am dead tired and even when I'm at full strength I don't know that I'm strong enough to deal with all these boxes. I have four days to somehow "make it work" and not a clue how. I've asked to see if either of my local uncles can help. I hate to be the sterotypical girl who needs a big strong man, but sometimes you have to admit your shortcomings. I've already broke down crying a couple times during this ordeal. Probably will happen more before this is all over.

UPS still can't find my wayward package and the boxes I ordered are way too small. The only boxes I can swing from the grocery store are those stupid egg boxes which get massively heavy from only a small load of books. Hello, not helping! My November is really sucking, y'know?

The only bright side is the appearance of Curbside Cupcakes, a brilliant pink mobile truck of cupcakey goodness. They park around in various parts of downtown DC with an array of cupcakes. I felt quite sacrilegious in preferring their vanilla over chocolate. It's just not me! I also tried their red velvet, which wasn't bad. I'd never tried that flavor before. They vary the locations every day so the best way is to follow their Facebook/Twitter updates or hope they magically appear. The cupcakes are a little pricey and on the small side, but they're a cute little pickmeup in the middle of a really lousy week.

Fifteen minutes until the finale of Project Runway and I could care less who wins this season.