kjpepper | Ugh. Shoot me (Reply)

Yesterday and the night before, running on pepsi, gatorade, red potato pizza, italian food, o'soy, several prayers and several heartfelt curses, I helped

darkling_dreams herd her stuff into boxes and bags, herd the boxes and the furniture out of her basement level apartment into her U-haul, and cart the shite up to her third floor walkup in MA, with the assistance of

jaicat and

sundart and d.d.'s friend Chingching, (is that how you spell it?), a really nice guy who's her new downstairs neighbor and the backup reserves of

beatgoddess and

primitive_boy.

Hey, I didn't know you could get sore there. Or there. Or *stretch* OW! there. :)

Very proud of myself. One of the hazards of living in a damp basement is that mold takes up residence in the most unexpected places. Go me for not running away screaming. Okay, I did scream several times. But I didn't run away.

Wow, I'm amazed at the shitload of crap we got done yesterday. We're goooooooooooooood.

Moving blows, but it blows less when you've got people helping.

Ooog. so very very tired . . . .