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Good freakin' gosh, packing is a bitch. I thought it would be easy--clothes, tax forms, small art, and electronic doodads in the suitcases, pictures, the infested quilt, and other random shit goes FedEx 7-day service. Everything else gets Craigslist, which will give me cash, which will buy me shoes and a set of nifty Swissgear suitcases.
So Craigslist people all say they want my beautiful oak end tables, and never show up. All the silly things go quickly, like a box of used office stuff and a cheap Ikea lamp for $20 purchased by a soccer mom for her son. That is because she is crazy, and new lamps work much better.
anyways, the moral of the story is that I'm nowhere near close to being done with the packing process, which should have been done tonight, but doesn't seem to be. Yay for procrastination!!
the other moral of the story is that
laradwyer and I are headed to see some death-country band at Lee's Palace tomorrow (death-country=death metal about broken down pickup trucks and dogs dying). It's my last night in TO, so if anyone wants one last chance to do shots (or kick me in the 'nards, for those of you that know better), c'mon down!!
So Craigslist people all say they want my beautiful oak end tables, and never show up. All the silly things go quickly, like a box of used office stuff and a cheap Ikea lamp for $20 purchased by a soccer mom for her son. That is because she is crazy, and new lamps work much better.
anyways, the moral of the story is that I'm nowhere near close to being done with the packing process, which should have been done tonight, but doesn't seem to be. Yay for procrastination!!
the other moral of the story is that
laradwyer and I are headed to see some death-country band at Lee's Palace tomorrow (death-country=death metal about broken down pickup trucks and dogs dying). It's my last night in TO, so if anyone wants one last chance to do shots (or kick me in the 'nards, for those of you that know better), c'mon down!!