Jun 10, 2008 10:54
.... and that's it. Today! I mean - all the boxes are even in the new place!
Woah. I feel /sore/. And tired. And wanna /sleep/.
So - let's take stock, here on the crazy day that's crazy with craziness:
Moved into the new apartment. Mostly. We might even get to sleep there tonight! WOO!
New job. Very cool job. Very strange job. Like very much, can't wait to get settled and get 'turned loose' - training periods always make me twitchy anyway. But so it goes. One will survive them and go, and the trainer is rawkin', so. Ya know.
Dumping a car. The Brown Beast Of Burden needs to /go/. It's just a matter of time, now: we get even /one/ of the commuter scooters? The beast is /gone/. Finito. Pooft. Probably donated, written off, and a three-day vacation. Glee.
Need to (in no particular order):
Get the machines up to get back online, check on Chia, and do victory tax stuff before they stick me with another bill.
Get a really /hoss/ key cut by a professional. Ugh.
Talk to the management company about a storage unit. Preferably today.
Pick up bike! Glee! Riding!
Get a bed frame. A cheap one that'll just /do/ for a little.
Get the network up! RAAAR.
Move the cats.
Grocery. Shopping. Mmmph.
And.. .it's a birfday. too much work for a birfday. Is it /wrong/ that I want to sleep today, really? Like.. instead of party?
Am I just /old?/ Yeek.
Ishi