Procrastinators anonymous

In complete contrast to Amy's 2-week-long fully-packed status, I have packed only one thing - a miniature roll of toilet paper. My suitcase sits open, as if craving sustenance that I can't seem to provide. I've got piles of things strewn about haphazardly - some on my dresser, some on the dining room table, some in various bags hither and yon. I just can't seem to get any of those items compiled, sorted, nor packed. What is wrong with me?

I am thankful for Amy's new pharmaceutical degree. I was planning on bringing some ibuprofin and some Immodium AD (haha!). And maybe some sunscreen. I hadn't yet explored all of the impending illnesses! I feel pretty safe, though, now that I know about our arsenal of pills. (Here's hoping you'll share, Amy!) Oh, and I do have a slightly unhelpful phrasebook, so if we must "get me to the hospital" we might be able to utter something that somewhat resembles that meaning. Getting it packed, however, may prove difficult!

There is a quote (yes, I looked it up - anything to get out of packing) that I think will prove quite true in the next day or two:
"There is a time when the word 'eventually' has the soothing effect of a promise, and a time when the word evokes in us bitterness and scorn." I must arrive at the airport at 6am Friday morning. I'm confident that I will be feeling that bitterness and scorn on Thursday evening as I maniacally review my belongings and lists for things I may have forgotten (like tank tops).