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I thought it could be harder...
Jul. 4th, 2003 01:27 amI think, I shall start in some sort of chronological order.
July 1. This was a good day. Farscape 3.3 came out. I went to bed the night before about 2am. Woke up about 6ish, unable to go back to sleep. Ended up getting around and puttering around my room to prepare it for the move.
Then, left to go run errands. At 9:30. Best Buy does not open until 10. My comic store doesn't open until 10:30.... Did some irritatingly aimless driving. Forgot to have breakfast.
Scored 3.3, and decided to bypass my comic store since I needed to go to the library, and I could just go to the store near there.
Grabbed Event Horizon. And Suzanne Vega. I had a hankering for Nine Objects of Desire.
Discovered another comic store. This one didn't open until noon.
This other comic store is a dank place. Dirty, filthy, and the counter guyg didn't seem to care about what he was doing. He was smoking. I got out of there as fast as possible.
By contrast, the other store is well-lit, clean, and has quarter bins. I was, however, good. And merely bought Soldier X.
Got food. Watched Farscape. Watched EH. Went to bed about 1am.
July 2. Got up at 5:30, since I couldn't sleep. Packed car. Drove to new house and waited for hours for furniture people to show. Got the computers on, but couldn't get online (phone line was screwed).
Didn't eat until I was on my way home (no food in the house).
Came home about 5, crashed at 6 until midnight.
July 3. Got up at midnight. Ate. Decided to finish packing my room. At 6am, took 3 aspirin for exhaustion headache (and the whole, leaning over, standing up, leaning over, standing up...).
At 8am, forgot I'd taken the other 3. Took 3 more.
Yes, Lyssie is an idiot.
8:30 am. Parents were up. I was down, trying to figure out the sudden nausea, and worsening headache.
9am. Figured it out. Smacked self.
Mom leaves, taking Billy, Brownie, and Seth to the new house. (cat, cat, dog).
9:30, movers arrive to move stuff. Continual comments of "This is a lot of stuff." and "Is this box sealed?" give me incipient paranoia.
Paranoia confirmed an hour later when movers decide they're not going to move us, because we. are. not. ready.
Yes, folks. We were told that, even though there were two rooms full of boxes and furniture, that we weren't ready to move the stuff out of the house.
Calls are made. A truck is secured. About 11, my sister Kat shows up, and we pack our two cars and drive down to the house.
When we get here, we find the dog ecstatic to see us, and the cats huddled under a comforter in a corner of the laundry room. Snuggles given to kitties, cars unloaded... With Seth deciding he's going to come back with us by jumping into consecutive backseats.
1pm. Eat lunch. Drive home, crash for two or three hours.
4-5 Laze around with mom while we wait for dad to come back (he'd gone to check up on a job lead, so, good.)
5. Start loading truck. In 93-degree heat with stifling humidity.
6. Flop into cold-water bath, having been stupid enough to give myself a mild case of heat stroke. When I stop sweating and start feeling dizzy? Time to stop... Left bathwater a hell of a lot warmer than the taps.
Mom takes Garfield and the gerbils down the house.
7-10. Help move stuff, pack stuff, load up my car, and pack Lauren to take her to the house. Drive with her wailing pathetically, and eventually attacking the hand scritching her.
11. Garfield roams happily around his new home (of which he is King). Billy, Brownie and Lauren all huddle under comforters.
11:30 Check second phone line, no dial tone. Run dial-up through main line.
July 4. Still up after midnight, I hop online. And type this.
1:30. Dad accidentally lets Billy (who is now investigating his house) out the front door, then locks himself out. Stagger off to rescue him, my feet and legs protesting.
July 1. This was a good day. Farscape 3.3 came out. I went to bed the night before about 2am. Woke up about 6ish, unable to go back to sleep. Ended up getting around and puttering around my room to prepare it for the move.
Then, left to go run errands. At 9:30. Best Buy does not open until 10. My comic store doesn't open until 10:30.... Did some irritatingly aimless driving. Forgot to have breakfast.
Scored 3.3, and decided to bypass my comic store since I needed to go to the library, and I could just go to the store near there.
Grabbed Event Horizon. And Suzanne Vega. I had a hankering for Nine Objects of Desire.
Discovered another comic store. This one didn't open until noon.
This other comic store is a dank place. Dirty, filthy, and the counter guyg didn't seem to care about what he was doing. He was smoking. I got out of there as fast as possible.
By contrast, the other store is well-lit, clean, and has quarter bins. I was, however, good. And merely bought Soldier X.
Got food. Watched Farscape. Watched EH. Went to bed about 1am.
July 2. Got up at 5:30, since I couldn't sleep. Packed car. Drove to new house and waited for hours for furniture people to show. Got the computers on, but couldn't get online (phone line was screwed).
Didn't eat until I was on my way home (no food in the house).
Came home about 5, crashed at 6 until midnight.
July 3. Got up at midnight. Ate. Decided to finish packing my room. At 6am, took 3 aspirin for exhaustion headache (and the whole, leaning over, standing up, leaning over, standing up...).
At 8am, forgot I'd taken the other 3. Took 3 more.
Yes, Lyssie is an idiot.
8:30 am. Parents were up. I was down, trying to figure out the sudden nausea, and worsening headache.
9am. Figured it out. Smacked self.
Mom leaves, taking Billy, Brownie, and Seth to the new house. (cat, cat, dog).
9:30, movers arrive to move stuff. Continual comments of "This is a lot of stuff." and "Is this box sealed?" give me incipient paranoia.
Paranoia confirmed an hour later when movers decide they're not going to move us, because we. are. not. ready.
Yes, folks. We were told that, even though there were two rooms full of boxes and furniture, that we weren't ready to move the stuff out of the house.
Calls are made. A truck is secured. About 11, my sister Kat shows up, and we pack our two cars and drive down to the house.
When we get here, we find the dog ecstatic to see us, and the cats huddled under a comforter in a corner of the laundry room. Snuggles given to kitties, cars unloaded... With Seth deciding he's going to come back with us by jumping into consecutive backseats.
1pm. Eat lunch. Drive home, crash for two or three hours.
4-5 Laze around with mom while we wait for dad to come back (he'd gone to check up on a job lead, so, good.)
5. Start loading truck. In 93-degree heat with stifling humidity.
6. Flop into cold-water bath, having been stupid enough to give myself a mild case of heat stroke. When I stop sweating and start feeling dizzy? Time to stop... Left bathwater a hell of a lot warmer than the taps.
Mom takes Garfield and the gerbils down the house.
7-10. Help move stuff, pack stuff, load up my car, and pack Lauren to take her to the house. Drive with her wailing pathetically, and eventually attacking the hand scritching her.
11. Garfield roams happily around his new home (of which he is King). Billy, Brownie and Lauren all huddle under comforters.
11:30 Check second phone line, no dial tone. Run dial-up through main line.
July 4. Still up after midnight, I hop online. And type this.
1:30. Dad accidentally lets Billy (who is now investigating his house) out the front door, then locks himself out. Stagger off to rescue him, my feet and legs protesting.
