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I could collapse into a heap right now, but I think I'll just drag my ass all day in anticipation of the fact that I'm probably going to fall asleep really quickly when I go to bed tonightsometime early tomorrow morning. I didn't get to sleep until much later than my usual 2am bed time and then I had the cat with me so the junk haulers wouldn't let him out and then there was all sorts of banging and clanging going on from said junk haulers slamming stuff onto their truck and there was also some sort of loud road work down the street...or something. How in the hell is a lazy, jobless, shiftless, slacker like myself supposed to sleep until noon when there is so much GD noise going on outside? Gawd!
The moving company is dropping off boxes today and the dork in me totally can't wait to pack. I've already got a plan for finally getting my ridiculously large number of CDs back into order again. I used to have them all in alphabetical order by artist, but then the collection outgrew my CD tower and then I just settled for having them loosely grouped with CDs by the same artist together. Now they just are. I'ma gonna fix that. Then I get to pack all my books. My Puerto Rican cousin Juan is coming up tomorrow to help up get some stuff out of the attic because Momma D can't lift things let alone carry them down the stairs and I can lift things, but if I try to carry them down the stairs there is a distinct possibility that we will end up in the emergency room. So, Cousin Juan it is!
Speaking of Cousin Juan, today is his birthday, and in the grand tradition of familial embarrassment, here's a picture of him when he was a baby:
That would be me holding him. Note the mullet. Also note that I was about ten years old in that picture and at that age one does not always have control over one's hairstyle. I'd also like to note that I could barely remember what my real hair color was until I saw this picture at my aunt's house yesterday. Anyway...
Happy birthday, Cousin Juan!
The moving company is dropping off boxes today and the dork in me totally can't wait to pack. I've already got a plan for finally getting my ridiculously large number of CDs back into order again. I used to have them all in alphabetical order by artist, but then the collection outgrew my CD tower and then I just settled for having them loosely grouped with CDs by the same artist together. Now they just are. I'ma gonna fix that. Then I get to pack all my books. My Puerto Rican cousin Juan is coming up tomorrow to help up get some stuff out of the attic because Momma D can't lift things let alone carry them down the stairs and I can lift things, but if I try to carry them down the stairs there is a distinct possibility that we will end up in the emergency room. So, Cousin Juan it is!
Speaking of Cousin Juan, today is his birthday, and in the grand tradition of familial embarrassment, here's a picture of him when he was a baby:
That would be me holding him. Note the mullet. Also note that I was about ten years old in that picture and at that age one does not always have control over one's hairstyle. I'd also like to note that I could barely remember what my real hair color was until I saw this picture at my aunt's house yesterday. Anyway...
Happy birthday, Cousin Juan!