when it is 4am and there seems to be no end to the packing (and realizing that I have no more boxes for glasses in THIS house, and three empty ones in the new house), I do NOT need to hear the "ooga shaka" song from Ally McBeal
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
okay, if I just left everything I didn't want in the apartment, that would be worth the security deposit, right?
arranged marriage. Why does this suddenly sound appealing?
Shouldn't all you people be in bed?
ya, I guess I should... but.... kinda wondering if I'm doing the right thing with that sending in a note to another theater.
Shouldn't all you people be in bed?
yes, but all of my possessions are not magically jumping into boxes and labeling themselves.
Maybe the fairies will come and do it while you're sleeping?
You have my sympathy, having just moved house a couple of weeks ago. The only good news is, eventally everything's moved and you're done. Eventually. So, yay?
Gronk. I need to be heading to bed soon. I'm busy trying to tie up any loose ends before I hop on a plane to WA tomorrow afternoon. I'm packing in the morning, but I also need to pick up some blueprints from Universal Studios on my way to the airport. Too. Many. Things. To. Do.
At least I have now done the online check-in for my flight and printed out the information for my rental car and hotel rooms.
Maybe the fairies will come and do it while you're sleeping?
sleep? what's that? I caught a quick nap between 1:30 and 3AM. The fairies did not come.
Poor Vortex! Good luck, you. That is my *least* favorite part of moving...dealing with all the shit that you don't want to deal with at the end.
Happy Birthday, Sunil!