i like lists.

    i'm moving in two days
      i'm starting school in, technically four days.
        i'm getting my teeth painfully worked on in three days.
          i will get a front tooth pulled.
            my last shift at work is in eight days
              i'm getting a little petrified at the idea of all thisi don't think i've gotten better since then
                my first beaver meeting is in twelve days.
              i'm pissing people off left and right by cancelling plans and not phoning when i said i would.