No, I haven't left for my trip yet, but I will be out of here soon! Maybe. Unfortunately, the dreaded Procrastinator Megan has appeared on the scene.

What I should be doing: sorting, stacking and packing my crap. Make sure nothing even remotely gel-like ends up in the carry on. Must not attempt to board plane armed with lip gloss.

What I'm actually doing: sitting on the couch eating an English muffin and watching She's Having a Baby on HBO.

Lameorama.

Eventually, Responsible Megan will notice what is happening and take control of the situation. Kick Procrastinator into high gear. The bad news is that she's sluggish and probably won't catch on until midnight or so. At this rate, I'll be up all night frantically tossing too many clothes and shoes into my suitcase. I'll barely be able to lug the thing around the airport, and I'll wind up a tired disaster all day.

Why, oh why, can't I be one of those people who's all set to go a week in advance? Maybe in another life...