but moving day has dragged into moving week (let’s be honest: we all knew it would) and in the interim I have:
- Located a fantastic reading chair
-received my tax return
- Gotten an expensive traffic ticket
-Said goodbye to the dream of using my tax return to buy a refurb laptop, as most of it will now go to item 3;
-packed–and schlepped–almost all of my stuff to my new apartment alone
-watched dozens of hours of cable while I packed, mostly “No Reservations with Anthony Bourdain” (the world’s greatest food porn), then bid said cable an unceremonious farewell as Mano and I hurriedly removed the television from the wall to schlep across town during our previously scheduled heavy-lifting portion of the move, then ate mexican food an hour later in the world’s lowest stress moving day EVER
-worked, every DAY
-written nothing, but read almost half of Michael Dickman’s End of the West (and boy HOWDY do I have Thoughts)
-yoyo’ed through moods in such random and sudden jags that it would make your jaw drop
-called Rabbit, FINALLY
-NOT initiated the install of webternetz at my new apartment, and don’t know if I should, really.
Anyway, there are strange little drifts and moats of papers and miscellany all over my bedroom floor, and I’ve got to gather them up in such a way that they can be moved to the new apartment in the next hour, before friend boy shows up to help me dismantle and move my bed in the last and least fun part of a very long(ish) and unfun process. But whatever — I applied to graduate schools this winter! I know poor and unfun but good.