I just got out of my last bath at the NitiHouse. This is a sad time for me. Also a very wrinkled and prunish time. But a sad time nevertheless.

My parents had moved two carloads of books and things to the new flat and had decided to break for dinner when I returned. We ate and then proceeded to move another carload over there. Then we cleaned ( Read more... )

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Going to the post office to tell them my new address wasn't as difficult as I thought. I was expecting a whole lot of bureaucracy. Instead, I filled out a form, it got stamped a couple of times, and then I paid some money.

Surprisingly painless. That really made my day.

I have to admit that I hate talking to people. Not because I hate people, no no no no no. I love people. I think humanity is precious and beautiful and wonderful, even if it consists mostly of the unwashed masses. No, I hate talking to people because I am incredibly introverted.

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Julie's moving curse seems to have broken. Our move to Montréal was the most boring and uneventful one we've had yet. Huzzah!
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I got the van now. Waterloo, here I come!
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This weekend has been quite busy. Jeff Bailey came up over the weekend, and I hung out with him for a while on Friday night. He's going to be moving to Montréal next year, so we'll have plenty of time to hang out together then.
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I made it back safely to Montréal, thank goodness. It seems that making this trip is never good for me.
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This past week has been hectic. I feel like I've been firefighting little problems that crop up at work, which interrupt me from fixing large heaps of brokenness in our build system. Oh sadness… why do I always end up with build system work? Is it because I can't stand to see it done incorrectly?
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