Shortest week of my life

This is the shortest week of my life. Literally. Not only does it feel like the shortest week because every single day I have so much to do, and there are still so many people I want to see, but also literally, because I leave this Friday, April 9th for Sydney and I arrive in Sydney on Sunday, April 11th. I will have no April 10th this year. This week is literally one day shorter for me than any other week in my life.

Last night consisted of laundry, organizing what will go and what won't, cleaning, having my old roommate come through to measure her carpet and getting a garage door opener back. In the midst of my cleaning, I found the fortune from a fortune cookie on my dresser that is posted above. 'An unexpected event will soon make your life more exciting.' This must be like the Nostradamus of all fortune cookies. How did it know? This one is way more accurate than most of the other ones I get. Most fortunes I have gotten are either terrible or barely can be qualified as a fortune. Let's review some other fortunes of the past...

"Don't forget, you are always on our minds." -Okay, stalker. Who okay'ed this creepy fortune so it make its way into my cookie? Especially since this the identity of fortune writer is anonymous, this is very reminiscent of George Orwell's '1984', 'Big brother is watching.' I think I got a little more paranoid after I got this fortune. Epic fortune cookie fail.

"Smiling often can make you look and feel younger." -I thought this was supposed to be a fortune cookie. Not a self help book. Or a WikiHow page. Getting a fortune like this leaves me feeling very unsatisfied and disappointed. Every time I go to crack open a fortune cookie, I get excited, kinda like a kid on Christmas morning. Then usually, once I open it and discover some crap like this, I feel like that same kid on Christmas, except right after I opened my present where I expected to find a sweet new bike, I find that I have gotten a membership to a cheese of the month club.

"Look for new outlets for your own creative abilities." -Again, cookie, I want you to be my fortune teller, not my guidance counselor. Don't pretend to be something you're not. No one likes a phony.


Anyway, I could clearly go on and on about how wise this particular fortune cookie was, but I digress. Going back to how short this week feels, when you're looking at a hard, imminent deadline in the face, and you have so many things to accomplish before that deadline hits, every moment feels more urgent. In my head, I imagine it being the cartoon equivalent of when some cartoon character is tied down on a conveyor belt, headed towards a buzz saw, and needs to make absolutely every second count to try to escape his predicament. Probably a poor metaphor to make, particularly because Sydney is by no means a buzz saw, but the conveyor belt makes a good metaphor for time, in that it is just going to keep moving forward, at the same pace, whether you like it or not, and all I can do is try to take what is left of my time on this conveyor belt, before the belt ultimately ends at SFO airport, to get everything done I need to and make the most of it.

That said, I should probably not be wasting my precious remaining 'conveyor belt' time, as I will now refer to it, blogging and instead focus my attentions on the tasks I have at hand. Especially since this week is only getting shorter.