There's salt in my duffel. Make a ring and get inside! / Inside the duffel?

Yeah, I have no idea what my landlord and his be-suited realtor were doing here. Uh.

I'm currently packing my bags to go visit steeplechasers, but it's proving somewhat difficult because I've jammed so many different functions into this trip. Like, I'll be in Texas, but then I also have to pack for a conference in San Francisco, which will be business casual and probably cold. But I also need a dress for my sister's graduation. But I'm also going backpacking and so I need to bring jackets and shit even though it will be JUNE. And I have a whole suitcase full of gifts for my family.

So it's just like, okay. Dress shoes. Dress. Blazer. Academic-looking clothes. BACKPACKING CLOTHES.

KNIVES. A LENGTH OF ROPE.

OH, BOOKS I NEED FOR RESEARCH. SHIT, TEACHING MATERIALS SO I CAN WORK ON MY CLASS FOR NEXT SEMESTER.

Maybe I should pack some "Fed threads" and holy water just, you know. To be prepared for every possible situation.

And what about this tin of chocolate sardines? Where do I fit that????

(It's a Father's Day gift. My dad doesn't like sardines, and he doesn't fish. But he does like weird things in cans, and chocolate. So really, if ever there were a person to receive a tin can of chocolate sardines...)