Moving Day
Many many many thanks to those who helped us move on one of the hottest days of the year. You were all quite beastly. Next time we decide to move to a third floor apartment with no elevator, we'll pay people to do it for us.
I took today off work so I could help get everything straightened out, so you know what that means: there are still boxes everywhere. I probably would have gotten more done, but I'm COVERED in bruises, I can barely walk, and my ribs REALLY hurt. I think I might have damaged a few of them. That will be fun to discuss with my doctor on the third. He'll probably think I'm a battered woman or something, and I'll have to go talk to a therapist. Fun! So...yeah. I can't bend to the left at all, and my tendons feel like they've all shortened about two inches. My dinner tonight will be aspirin and tea.
I'm going to go throw out some shit. We sure have a lot of it. I don't know where it all came from. Vandals, perhaps?
I took today off work so I could help get everything straightened out, so you know what that means: there are still boxes everywhere. I probably would have gotten more done, but I'm COVERED in bruises, I can barely walk, and my ribs REALLY hurt. I think I might have damaged a few of them. That will be fun to discuss with my doctor on the third. He'll probably think I'm a battered woman or something, and I'll have to go talk to a therapist. Fun! So...yeah. I can't bend to the left at all, and my tendons feel like they've all shortened about two inches. My dinner tonight will be aspirin and tea.
I'm going to go throw out some shit. We sure have a lot of it. I don't know where it all came from. Vandals, perhaps?
posted at 9:13 PM
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gotta hate those damn vandals that come in and leave you shit. fuckin' dregs of society that lot is.
And just think: Most of that shit is Garvin's.
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