y'all, I am almost done. for reals. like I am not even joking. a desk top and random kitchen-ness was what I had left to pack. I did one full box, got the desk stuff into a plastic bin that I had not filled. and I think there is just one more box worth of stuff.
Mac's bag for wed is all packed. One check on bag is 80% packed (leaving room for the toilitries still in the bathroom), my backpack is 80% packed (leaving room for the unexpected), dad's backpack is 10% packed, leaving room for whatever he brings.
now, dinner.
Then I am going to back up my harddrive onto a new harddrive out of fear of something getting destroyed in the move. Then I'll pack them in different boxes and all should be good, right?
The goal is mac asleep by 9 - 9:30. Dad's plane arrives at 10, so he'll be here around 10:30. I hope that we are in bed by 11. One of us needs to be out scoping a parking space for the movers by 8:30am and they will arrive by 9.
did I mention omg?
msbelle, I'm really going to miss you.
I mean, except for how you're not virtually going anywhere. But I'm just not good with other people changing. STOP IT, FOLKS.
ZK, I don't blame you for a second for walking away from that gym and that trainer. I do hate rah-rah personal trainers, but I get that some people need it. Not me, though.
Well, Zen, in a class of ONE everyONE was just like you!
But, yes - it sounds pretty gruesome. There has to be something better.
ita! I'll be closer to you. There are lots of places for MEAT in TX! It is hot. A LOT.
There are lots of places for MEAT in TX! It is hot. A LOT.
And cowboy boots. Why did no one tell me of their magic beforehand? I totally want a closetful now. I swear, they got me through Friday. And they're not even a fancy pair.
(Opera spellcheck suggests
lustfulness
for
closetful
--not the least appropriate)
I mean, except for how you're not virtually going anywhere. But I'm just not good with other people changing. STOP IT, FOLKS.
I even feel like that, and I just moved! Or, OK, I moved almost a year ago, but whatever.
Thank god that my response to emotional trauma is to clean and be incredibly productive at work.
So, I put together a presentation this morning on an FDA initaitive (given at 3) and my boss just pulled me into her office to tell me that it was excellent.
Oh the the things I can hide.
Also, JZ and Matilda spent yesterday afternoon and evening with me just hanging out at my place and it was really lovely. It was exactly the kind of soothing company that I needed. Also, Matilda is hysterically funny, but y'all knew that.
I moved almost a year ago, but whatever.
The fuck. You didn't. I haven't adjusted to you yet either.
Although part of me wishes I didn't like LA so much, because it's totally time for me to live somewhere else. I just don't want to live anywhere
more.
Otherwise I'd be outtie.
That was NOT a year ago, Jesse!
Was it?
