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Nov. 26th, 2012 07:18 amI aten't dead, either.
But I didn't get nearly as much done on my long weekend as I wanted on account of a bad case of plague. I suppose it was inevitable that I come down with plague seeing as the boy's had two bouts of it within the past month or so, but goddammit. Did it have to be on the one long weekend I actually didn't have work? Of course it did. So now the house isn't nearly as packed as I want it to be. Or, well, the apartment isn't nearly as packed and the house isn't nearly as full of stored crap as I want it to be yay! And we have to do it all this week while I'm dealing with the fucking mail order sale fallout. Double yay! I am so glad I have a three day weekend coming up in addition to everything, with the TSO concert. And since we have to be out of the apartment by Friday I will do nothing but sleep! And blog. But mostly sleep. The boy slept twelve hours last night. I want to sleep twelve hours.
Boy, despite being the lucky bastard with all the sleep, is still best boy. On account of we were unpacking into the garage yesterday (which is only sort of like unpacking because everything is now just in neatly stacked boxes) and he was all "oh, hey, this one is marked language books, you'll want that soonest" and put it on top right out in front of everything.
The apartment looks so very strange with so much of it packed up like this. All this open space and bland wall where stuff used to be. I'm not sure whether that means we had a lot of stuff or whether it's just the inevitable mind-twisting emptiness that comes with moving somewhere. If I'm very very lucky this will be the last move ever. And all further instances of packing up stuff will be "I am sick of all this clutter I am spring/fall cleaning and getting rid of this shit" rather than "pack up the whole house and move." Actually, that would be nice, because I don't want to pack up a 2400+ square foot house. That would suck balls.
No languages still this week, on account of everything will be packed up. I'm not sure when the internet is transferring, so things ought to be interesting for a few days until/unless I know that. Though given that the boy is in charge of that aspect of things and he's just as plugged in as I am I expect there'll be a bit of overlap, but we'll see. After so many months of fighting with the bank and then waiting for the contractors and everything, it's hard to believe we'll be done by Friday. Or at least, most of our stuff will be done by Friday. Then comes the great unpacking.
But that can all happen in time. 'cause we won't be going anywhere.
But I didn't get nearly as much done on my long weekend as I wanted on account of a bad case of plague. I suppose it was inevitable that I come down with plague seeing as the boy's had two bouts of it within the past month or so, but goddammit. Did it have to be on the one long weekend I actually didn't have work? Of course it did. So now the house isn't nearly as packed as I want it to be. Or, well, the apartment isn't nearly as packed and the house isn't nearly as full of stored crap as I want it to be yay! And we have to do it all this week while I'm dealing with the fucking mail order sale fallout. Double yay! I am so glad I have a three day weekend coming up in addition to everything, with the TSO concert. And since we have to be out of the apartment by Friday I will do nothing but sleep! And blog. But mostly sleep. The boy slept twelve hours last night. I want to sleep twelve hours.
Boy, despite being the lucky bastard with all the sleep, is still best boy. On account of we were unpacking into the garage yesterday (which is only sort of like unpacking because everything is now just in neatly stacked boxes) and he was all "oh, hey, this one is marked language books, you'll want that soonest" and put it on top right out in front of everything.
The apartment looks so very strange with so much of it packed up like this. All this open space and bland wall where stuff used to be. I'm not sure whether that means we had a lot of stuff or whether it's just the inevitable mind-twisting emptiness that comes with moving somewhere. If I'm very very lucky this will be the last move ever. And all further instances of packing up stuff will be "I am sick of all this clutter I am spring/fall cleaning and getting rid of this shit" rather than "pack up the whole house and move." Actually, that would be nice, because I don't want to pack up a 2400+ square foot house. That would suck balls.
No languages still this week, on account of everything will be packed up. I'm not sure when the internet is transferring, so things ought to be interesting for a few days until/unless I know that. Though given that the boy is in charge of that aspect of things and he's just as plugged in as I am I expect there'll be a bit of overlap, but we'll see. After so many months of fighting with the bank and then waiting for the contractors and everything, it's hard to believe we'll be done by Friday. Or at least, most of our stuff will be done by Friday. Then comes the great unpacking.
But that can all happen in time. 'cause we won't be going anywhere.