My dentist has an emergency call in number, for middle of the night toothaches and so on. Even if they can't see you, they'll prescribe mild painkillers like Tylenol-3, in my experience.

"If this is an emergency, please hang up and dial 911"

Oh, that's not much help. I mean, sure, if you're bleeding out, you shouldn't wait on voicemail, but there's a lot in between "can wait for an appointment next week" and "need an ambulance STAT."

Heh. No juliana-influenced SF move is complete without some moving truck shenganigans, it appears. (See also: the cross-country-move truck getting sideswiped in Utah, and then the entire fleet of 10' UHauls having their catalytic converters stolen the morning I was supposed to complete my most recent move.)

So, megan picked me up at gronk o'clock, and we went to UHaul to get the 14' van. I drove the van through the windy roads of West Portal, in time to meet up with the movers that (my boyfriend) M had hired for megan.

M's team of tiny Mayan moving dudes were awesome and packed up megan's stuff quick as you please... except for the bed, which, due to miscommunication, we left behind and had to go back for. No problemo, we swung back and got that. Mind you, megan's neighborhood is hilly, and a couple of the guys had to ride in the back of the UHaul to keep things from moving around too much. Oy. Then we stopped for a sofa in the middle of Nob Hill (one of megan's friends is giving it to her, we didn't just pick it up from the corner). Stuffed that in, parked on the busy street that megan is now living on, unloaded everything. We wished the mighty Mayan movers well, and went to start the truck... which was dead. Apparently, if you leave the flashers and dome light on that long (30 minutes), it drains the battery. So then we got to do our best sitting duck impression as traffic rocketed by and drivers expressed their displeasure in new and fun ways. Naturally, the cable guy and the AAA guy showed up at the same time, so I left megan to the tender mercies of Comcast as I drove the UHaul back to its final resting place.

Congratulations, megan! I hope you're very happy in your new space.

Love reading stories about people's moves--don't worry about that, sarameg.

Congrats on the new locale, megan!! And yay for juliana helping you out. Go Team Buffista!

I hope your teeth feel better soon, tommyrot. My teeth fit together so weirdly that my dentist is usually challenged when I go in, but he's pretty cool about it.

Keeping my fingers crossed that your water improves faster than four days, Liese. That really sucks!

I called in sick to the bookstore today. I had the blehs this morning, so I called in as soon as I knew the manager would be there. He wasn't too thrilled, but I went back to sleep and was out until 2:30 this afternoon. Guess I needed that sleep! After I woke up, I had a huge headache that probably came from sleeping so long. It went away after I got something to eat.

Now I'm finally getting back to recording stuff off my dvr so I can make more space. Planet Earth eps look really gorgeous in HD, don't they?

Congrats, megan!

Uh, juliana, wanna come out to Baltimore in a week or two? I'm sure lisah'd put you up since you wouldn't be able to find a bed for all the boxes at my place!

(See how helpful I am offering up other people's homes?)

I sorta hit a mental wall with packing. It's getting to the point of "what the hell do I want to do with this?" and "I don't want to do without this for one to two weeks" (like underwear and alarm clocks and earrings and shoes and cat litter pans.) Or "need more bubble wrap for this."

So I spackled. God that's satisfying.

Loki's just discovered the cabinet top over the fridge and is loving sleeping up there (I just hauled him down, otherwise he'd never come down.) Too bad it doesn't exist at the new place! But there are STAIRS there.

ooo... stairs and laser pointers

My friend P. found a kitty in his house.

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Hee. Yeah, I expect Devi will be freaked out enough I can pull out the laser for Loki and not get interference. I feel bad knowing she's going to be scared witless, but I think it might also break her cycle of hate towards the other cats for long enough she gets over that.

I've got to remember to lattice over the crawlspace in the basement before they can get down there.

And there will be babygates. (Mister Kitty is tottery enough I worry.)