wake me up when September's unpacked
Moving Fairy still being a pain in the ass about unpacking or building things for me. Am beginning to suspect the Fairy Agency lied and sent me a tiny Teamster instead. Condo is infested with IKEA direction-sheets, allen-wrenches, and mustache-sized centipedes, which last are probably plotting to mate with the allen-wrenches to build a super-race of mutant Swedish centipedes, but I am too tired to care enough to squash them, either the centipedes or the allen-wrenches. Housewarming party is beginning to look a lot like Xmas, at this rate, but at least my keyboard's USB ports have spontaneously started working again just as mysteriously as they dozed off while in storage...