too many variables
exhausted. five days, three cities, four friends, one mother, one sad house and many many boxes. knee killing me - wish cruise control would magically appear in car. also, a roof rack. also, a built in cd player.
thought i had lots of time after didn't have to work and so stopped in dc for lunch with a friend. a burger, he paid. excellent plan. but suddenly remembered had to be back in time for landscaper, so rushed back. rushed driving is awful, because it means hours of being tense and not feeling like you're getting anywhere. the guy never came. dammit.
i should buy stock in white cheddar popcorn. it's nasty, and i can't stop eating it. better i figure than chips, since i looked and it has some vitamins and shit. so i feel nourished as well as ill.
listening to npr. israeli representative. "self defense"? i'm disgusted. condi rice is an idiot. worse, an intelligent sellout. after what "they" did to "us" (genocide of the jews) how can we treat other people like this? people are idiots. i'm done with them. that seems to be a theme lately doesn't it.
allow me to lay out the next week: tonight finish packing everything that needs to be stored. tomorrow (wednesday) lunch with susie. dinner with liz. pick up minivan at 9pm. take stuff to cathy. thursday morning last minute things that need to be stored. pack car. go to philadelphia. store belongings. sleep lord knows where. see tracy? friday morning leave for pittsburgh with chinchillas. drop them off, interact with b, lord knows what/where i'm going to do. hopefully handle verizon situation. do something for her birthday? sleep lord knows where. saturday drive back to durham. 8 hour drive, by the way. spend two days here cleaning and getting home stuff together, last minute details etc. then pack up echo and drive to chicago. sleep lord knows where in between. arrive wednesday i think. start gre class on thursday. unpack. find job. apply to grad school. ay ay ay.
moving when you're single and have no local friends really sucks. though normally i bitch about people getting too close, i think i just want someone to hold me and kiss my forehead. or else i'll just lay here and moan. (when harry met sally reference.)
thought i had lots of time after didn't have to work and so stopped in dc for lunch with a friend. a burger, he paid. excellent plan. but suddenly remembered had to be back in time for landscaper, so rushed back. rushed driving is awful, because it means hours of being tense and not feeling like you're getting anywhere. the guy never came. dammit.
i should buy stock in white cheddar popcorn. it's nasty, and i can't stop eating it. better i figure than chips, since i looked and it has some vitamins and shit. so i feel nourished as well as ill.
listening to npr. israeli representative. "self defense"? i'm disgusted. condi rice is an idiot. worse, an intelligent sellout. after what "they" did to "us" (genocide of the jews) how can we treat other people like this? people are idiots. i'm done with them. that seems to be a theme lately doesn't it.
allow me to lay out the next week: tonight finish packing everything that needs to be stored. tomorrow (wednesday) lunch with susie. dinner with liz. pick up minivan at 9pm. take stuff to cathy. thursday morning last minute things that need to be stored. pack car. go to philadelphia. store belongings. sleep lord knows where. see tracy? friday morning leave for pittsburgh with chinchillas. drop them off, interact with b, lord knows what/where i'm going to do. hopefully handle verizon situation. do something for her birthday? sleep lord knows where. saturday drive back to durham. 8 hour drive, by the way. spend two days here cleaning and getting home stuff together, last minute details etc. then pack up echo and drive to chicago. sleep lord knows where in between. arrive wednesday i think. start gre class on thursday. unpack. find job. apply to grad school. ay ay ay.
moving when you're single and have no local friends really sucks. though normally i bitch about people getting too close, i think i just want someone to hold me and kiss my forehead. or else i'll just lay here and moan. (when harry met sally reference.)