mooving day

Hey, I'm ready early! The movers should be here in the next hour, but I've already dealt with the bed (removed headboard & slats, which I hope is good enough - I really don't want to take the frame apart), the cats (poor things now get extra solitary confinement in the bathroom), and pretty much everything but cleaning and taking out trash (some of which needs a dumpster anyhow).

Argh. I hate waiting.

aaaaaarrrrrrhhhh

I am now in my new apartment. I mean, I'm not actually in it, but my stuff is. I'm at arovd and cutegaychick's house cause their internet works and mine doesn't. Living in the suburbs had one advantage - open wireless networks all over my block.

Today so far: I've traumatized my cats so badly (one of them - there was water and a broom involved) they've completely disappeared into the new apartment, met some delightful movers who put things in weird places, worked from my kitchen counter, discovered that my new place is tiny (well, okay... knew that, but I thought I'd gotten rid of enough stuff) had sushi served by the world's sweetest and most absolutely terrible waiter, vaguely set up my bedroom, broken my dresser, had my washing machine refuse to let my clothes go, had a meltdown requiring hot cocoa, cried, eaten tacos and ice cream.

Now I am sitting here in companionable silence with cutegaychick because they live 5 minutes from me and have taken pity on my pathetic state this afternoon/evening.

and in banana's honor...

The very apropos mycathatesyou.com.