March 07, 2003 :: 1:27 p.m.
packing like a very busy chipmunk
Do you see what it says in the
music area up there? Yeah. My CD finally came. FINALLY. Like two weeks after I ordered it. But I can forgive the wait, because now it's all mine and I can listen to James Marsters sing in all his huge sexiness. I love me some Spike. Especially some Singing Spike. Oh yes.
I am, for all intents and purposes, done packing. Done with everything, in fact, except for unhooking my computer. Obviously. I threw everything in bags this morning before class, and then after lunch I came back and made a gazillion mad dashes from my room to my car, shoving way too many things in the trunk and putting the rest of it in the front passenger seat. I'm exhausted, really, although not as exhausted as I would normally be. I think this walking every night thing may pay off if I keep it up. I'm kind of wary of walking around Dauphin at night, though, as it's not at all well lit, so I may have to go when I get home this afternoon instead.
Speaking of home... I came to a very embarrassing realization this morning. I have no idea how to get to my house. Adam's going to have to give me directions. To my house. There just aren't enough words to express the depth of my idiocy.
Ack. I need backrub in a serious way - I'm all achy. Damn loading of the car. I wish my room at home was all set up so that I could just go upstairs and fall onto the bed and nap. But alas, it's in a shambles. And I can't really make it otherwise until we paint, which probably won't happen until Sunday. Grr, argh. I have to put my computer in the dining room until I get a desk, probably sometime tomorrow morning.
I'm going to upload some pictures to the drawings section and then send out a notify list email thingy. And then I'm going to dismantle my computer and haul it down to the car, using my great Herculean strength. I think there's a sprained back in my immediate future.
I'll update tonight from the home front.
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