Blarg. Slammed awake at 3-something due to Hec's father calling my cell and leaving an incomprehensible mumbly underwater message that, bizarrely, ended in a barrage of South Miami-local voice ads and PSAs that sounded like they were being piped in from a doctor's office hold system. Hec felt that he likely forgot which way the 3 hours' difference went and that he's fine, but I'm still full of late night phone call adrenaline, almost two hours later.
I have to get up for work in an hour and change. Double blarg.
Aims, we had a move a few years ago and let me second (third? fourth?) the numbered sticker recommendations. Another thing our moving company did that helped was they provided big plastic bins, with wheels, that you could fill up with stuff and then slap your number on. No hunting for boxes, no disposing of boxes afterwards, they had a catch so they wouldn't pop open, and they were big enough to hold a lot of stuff.
Babypicspam, box edition:
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Overheard on the bus today - a high-school girl:
I'm not a slut; I just do what I do.
Babypicspam, box edition:
Um, I'm afraid you're going to have to stop using "baby"...
Also: Ugh, JZ! I hate that middle-of-the-night panic feeling. And also, is your tag from that lady that Ellen Degeneres talks to on the phone?
Babypicspam, box edition:
Yeah. That's no baby. That a full funtional CHILD!! He's a kid!! Holy crap!
I feel like ass. Sinus headache from hell. I wanted to stay home. But I'm backup for 2 people for the next 2 days. Cruel.
I was all over everything in the late 90s. Compuserve, AOL, Delphi, and various FIDONet boards. Just in case, you know.
I remember BBS's in the early 90s. I would sometimes dial up and connect with my 1200 baud modem and Atari ST. Actually, my psycho girlfriend was more into it than I was.
I think I am getting the dred cold. Today it's like my allergies are acting up, only I don't have allergies.
