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So. I did Responsible Adult Things today, like calling BC Hydro and packing things into boxes and mending a bike-thing for Pete and then making him go get me more boxes for packing and e-mailing movers for a quote. This meant I could spend the evening doing un-adult like things like pretending to be humped by Caitlin in a blonde afro wig and fake chest hair. On top of my sister. I also called my new landlord, whose name is Wallace - as in Wallace and Gromit - and asked when we could pick up the keys.
"Oh, hey, if you wanna move in this weekend you can," he casually informed me.
See, I'd been planning on moving on the first, maybe the second. Suddenly my timeline has shifted. Only by a day or two, true, but that can make a HUGE FUCKING DIFFERENCE when you're moving. I did the only sane thing and called my mother, who soothed me with four magic words: "I'll rent a U-Haul."
The only thing that remains to be seen is if that U-Haul will be for Sunday or Monday. Either way, Manuella has agreed to help us move some boxes over there tomorrow, so that's awesome. It means we should, you know, FINISH PACKING of course.
"Why are you wasting time on the livejournal instead of slinging more books into boxes?" you may be asking. The answer is: I am going to, right after eating this crappy 7-11 fajita. Because I am hungry and will need energy.
Okay, here I go, vroom. To the motherfucking Slice Network! Possibly A&E! I NEED TRASH WHILE I WORK!
"Oh, hey, if you wanna move in this weekend you can," he casually informed me.
See, I'd been planning on moving on the first, maybe the second. Suddenly my timeline has shifted. Only by a day or two, true, but that can make a HUGE FUCKING DIFFERENCE when you're moving. I did the only sane thing and called my mother, who soothed me with four magic words: "I'll rent a U-Haul."
The only thing that remains to be seen is if that U-Haul will be for Sunday or Monday. Either way, Manuella has agreed to help us move some boxes over there tomorrow, so that's awesome. It means we should, you know, FINISH PACKING of course.
"Why are you wasting time on the livejournal instead of slinging more books into boxes?" you may be asking. The answer is: I am going to, right after eating this crappy 7-11 fajita. Because I am hungry and will need energy.
Okay, here I go, vroom. To the motherfucking Slice Network! Possibly A&E! I NEED TRASH WHILE I WORK!