The Move
So Terry called this morning to confirm that the movers are coming tomorrow, not Friday. At 8:30 am. Which means that everything I'm not taking in the car with me has to be in a box by tonight. Ugh. I started packing at the beginning of June so that I wouldn't feel rushed at the end. But, of course, I still do. It's not that I have so much to do, it's just the irritation of what I have left. Everything still to be packed is like random shit. Like the junk drawers and tools and socks and toasters and stuff. Nothing fits into a box all nice and neat like the books did. I like packing books. It's so easy and you feel like you're getting a ton done because you can pack 20 boxes of books in like an hour. Unfortunately that only clears out like 5 square feet of my apartment.
So yeah it'll be a stressful day. But when it's all done and gone tomorrow morning, I am going to feel SO much better! I can't wait to get all of this crap out of here so I can clean this bitch and leave it behind.
The knee is a little better, I guess. It's hard to tell because it seems fine until I keep it bent for more than 30 seconds then try to straighten it. Crossing my fingers it'll hold out for the duration.
OK break's over. Back to the grindstone.
So yeah it'll be a stressful day. But when it's all done and gone tomorrow morning, I am going to feel SO much better! I can't wait to get all of this crap out of here so I can clean this bitch and leave it behind.
The knee is a little better, I guess. It's hard to tell because it seems fine until I keep it bent for more than 30 seconds then try to straighten it. Crossing my fingers it'll hold out for the duration.
OK break's over. Back to the grindstone.