I finally got around to straightening out my appointment list and iCal.

Corey said we could only take 2 bags of laundry to the laundromat yesterday, so I stuffed those bags until they were bursting at the seams. I was able to jam in everything but 2 of his work sweatshirts, which he won't be needing anytime soon, and the sheets and and towels. He was somewhat amused. He was a lot of help folding this time, even if it was because he wanted to get the hell out of there.

I have that terrible test in Boston at 1pm today. Corey is driving me. We will have to leave at 11am. I'm REALLY NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO IT, and I'm worried that when we get there they won't be able to do the test for some reason. I'm trying not to think about the test itself because it's so gross and invasive...

Wish me luck