Moving, Take 2
I've been having to move all my crap around again this week due to apartment refurbishing. So on Sunday we had to move everything to the middle of the rooms for painting on Monday, and today we've had to move everything into the closets and kitchen and bathrooms for recarpeting tomorrow (well, we're waiting 'til tomorrow morning to put stuff in the kitchen and bathrooms so we can still use them). It is good that this stuff is being done, but it's quite exhausting moving everything around again and again.
Actually, they did a rather shoddy paint job on Monday. It's mostly okay if you don't peer at it too closely, but they also broke one of my closet doors. D: At least there are no more unsightly nail holes and huge scuff marks (just small ones now).
But I still love my room and I am very much looking forward to decorating it and assembling the rest of my furniture (I only assembled the bed 'cause I figured it'd be easier to shift the other stuff around in boxes). That all has to wait until I get back from California, though, since I'm leaving on Thursday. Yay home! :D
During the apartment work, I've been seeking refuge at the NASM Archives. My supervisor said last week that I could hang out there if I needed somewhere to go, so I figured I might as well. Plus, I get to use the comfy chair in the Reading Room now that I'm not working. :) Yesterday, I locked my stuff in my old cubicle (I have to drag my laptop along with me since I don't just want it sitting in the apartment) and finally went down the street to see the Jim Henson exhibit, which is fabulous and fun and fascinating and, of course, Muppety. :D It covers his whole career, so there's stills and clips from some of his earlier stuff I hadn't seen before. And it just made me all giddy with storytelling glee. He is one of my heroes.
I took some time this evening for a wee bit of podficcing (since I have a small queue, part of which is a request; it is very exciting, having requests). But not having done it for months now, I've lost my momentum and I'm all self-conscious and anxious again. :>
Actually, they did a rather shoddy paint job on Monday. It's mostly okay if you don't peer at it too closely, but they also broke one of my closet doors. D: At least there are no more unsightly nail holes and huge scuff marks (just small ones now).
But I still love my room and I am very much looking forward to decorating it and assembling the rest of my furniture (I only assembled the bed 'cause I figured it'd be easier to shift the other stuff around in boxes). That all has to wait until I get back from California, though, since I'm leaving on Thursday. Yay home! :D
During the apartment work, I've been seeking refuge at the NASM Archives. My supervisor said last week that I could hang out there if I needed somewhere to go, so I figured I might as well. Plus, I get to use the comfy chair in the Reading Room now that I'm not working. :) Yesterday, I locked my stuff in my old cubicle (I have to drag my laptop along with me since I don't just want it sitting in the apartment) and finally went down the street to see the Jim Henson exhibit, which is fabulous and fun and fascinating and, of course, Muppety. :D It covers his whole career, so there's stills and clips from some of his earlier stuff I hadn't seen before. And it just made me all giddy with storytelling glee. He is one of my heroes.
I took some time this evening for a wee bit of podficcing (since I have a small queue, part of which is a request; it is very exciting, having requests). But not having done it for months now, I've lost my momentum and I'm all self-conscious and anxious again. :>