anagramofbrat | The Great Race War begins

No, not a commentary on Glenn Beck.

I think the worst part of today could be summed up by FUCK YO MY COUCH. Lets just say getting it out of my old apartment was a painful process, and I will have a nasty bruise on my shin for a week.

That aside? Move's all done except for shit in the old fridge, the hexagon table, and the Wii, among some other things. I grab those and my mail and I am done with Boobyhaven. Meanwhile, at The Great Race War (yeah, that's the new place) the beds up and both our computers are running on borrowed interbutts (comcast gets here on the first). THat means we're all moved in and done, right? Right?

Our next door neighbors have a tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiny baby kitty that has sat in the window and bitched at us for attention today. Kittens dispel the move rage instantaneously, it's awesome.

I'm tired as hell, I hurt from the chin downwards, and I'm rather dreading the mountain of unpacking downstairs and the mountain of Actual Work That They Pay Me For that I'll be dealing with tomorrow. All that aside, I'm also super happy and riding on a squee wave the size of the Great Wall of China. Like, holy shit, I'm all moved in with

cell23... and living here, I think, is gonna be wicked.

And now to flop over and watch some Arrested Development before passing out. Ye gods, I'm going to sleep like a LOG tonight.