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Hello, internet friends. I know, I know: I don't write, I don't call...I only show up to talk about me at points of crisis or excitement. I swear I think anout you all the time. I'm pretty good about reading my LJ and DW flists. Less so tumblr, although sometimes I trip and fall onto somebody's tumblr and then log in to add them there and take five ( Read more... )

OMG, I called myself "poppet" in my last entry. I don't know whether to laugh or cry at that. Laugh, I think, but with damp eyes. All these are the days my friends and these are the days my friends ( Read more... )

This is the move that never ends. I am Sisyphus. If I had ever repented of my sins I might think I was in A Very Catholic Purgatory (I think this should be the title of a children's book), but as I have not repented of anything ever, including letting my apartment get this messy and full of crap, I'm afraid it's A Lesser Form of Hell for me. (Yes ( Read more... )

Okay, I was so fucking right about that talking on the phone thing. It made the packing and tossing practically painless, my knees being the notable exception. They were like, "Bitch, please! Again?!!!"

Thank you, paraviondeux!!! You were so incredibly awesome to entertain me with enjoyable conversation last night. And right as we were saying goodbye my ( Read more... )

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I call shenanigans on my life! I call off tired from moving. After one aborted rendezvous with a person who is supposed to take my living room futon furniture (which is still reasonably nice for, you know, free stuff (free to him now, not to me when I bought it) but which I have come to loathe with undying apathy (think about it, it makes a sort ( Read more... )

Oh my freaking god... I'm kinda sorta mostly moved.

There is still too much crap in my old apartment, including nearly all of my clothes, which must be sorted for keep vs. toss. I have one laundry bag full of clothes. Dirty, obviously. Like I'm on top of things enough to do laundry in the middle of moving. Please. I have detergent and ( Read more... )

So. Monday, huh? I have the oddest schedule at work this week. I'm taking a couple of trainings and leading a one-on-one training and a tour of some sort (ah, there's the memo - high school students doing local history research). Combined with the online reference shift I did this morning and my day off on Wednesday, all of the above means that I ( Read more... )