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Aug. 13th, 2010
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Aug. 13th, 2010 02:46 pmForgot to say: Internet might be gone for a while (a few days maybe) but I will be back! In the mean time, please send me good vibes? Gonna need all the strength I can possibly gather. Fuck. This move is going badly.
I love you all. *hugs*
I love you all. *hugs*
I'M ALIVE!
Aug. 13th, 2010 11:30 pm... barely. Only thanks to you guys, I'm sure! *hugs*
Good news is I've got internet! WOHOO! The bad news is that today has been one, long nightmare.
First of all, guess who got to pack all of B's crap? Go on, take a guess! Thaaaaat's right. Me. B packed maybe 3 boxes. I packed the last 20. *dies* I hate packing. Hate it like burning. I've moved so many times in my life and I hate the whole deal. But packing in particular.
B's only comment was: "But you're so good at it!" Gee, I wonder why...
So. About 8.30 AM, my mother picked up Pea, who was more than happy to go with her. That was a relief. From there it went downhill.
B had arranged for his brother (with girlfriend) and a mate coming over to help move. The brother got sick and the mate forgot. :o( So we had a while of panic while looking for other people to help us. We managed to find B's sister (who was sick too, but willing to help) and his cousin, who thankfully is quite buff and was ready to move the whole damn flat on his own if he had to. Meanwhile I persuaded my mother to keep Pea overnight. It will be his first night away from home. He seems to be doing fine, but I'm worried anyway. It's a mommy thing, I'm sure.
So we got on with the move. One of the first things I did was smash my hand with a table, so that was fairly uncomfortable for most of the day. Even though it was overcast, it was hot and humid all day, so I sweated and gasped my way through the boxes. And with sweating always comes the chafing. Thighs, breasts and under-arms. Ow. And as an added bonus, it seems my "intimate problem" is getting worse. It's itchy and painful everywhere "down there" and it's been driving me crazy all day. Can't wait for my check-up in 1½ weeks.
As a final poke in the eye, B apparently decided that Sunday was too long to wait to be alone, so he grabbed his personal effects and left. I had always expected him to stay until Sunday, but I guess not. Which means that I'm now all alone. Only a few bits of B's stuff left here and there. And mess. A whole freakin lot of mess. Dust, gunk, clutter, trash and left-over plastic bags everywhere. Guess who's cleaning that up? Yup.
So. B and his mate will be coming by tomorrow to pick up the last bits and then I guess I'll be all on my own. With Pea, of course. Counting down to my very first week alone since... wow... I can't even remember when I was last alone for that long.
I can't decide whether to be more excited or terrified. Currently I'm somewhere in between, with a healthy dash of exhaustion. So tired. And sore. Very sore. My feet are huge, throbbing clumps. Ow.
There was something else... but I forgot. Must sleep. Sleeeeeeep. Night folks!
Good news is I've got internet! WOHOO! The bad news is that today has been one, long nightmare.
First of all, guess who got to pack all of B's crap? Go on, take a guess! Thaaaaat's right. Me. B packed maybe 3 boxes. I packed the last 20. *dies* I hate packing. Hate it like burning. I've moved so many times in my life and I hate the whole deal. But packing in particular.
B's only comment was: "But you're so good at it!" Gee, I wonder why...
So. About 8.30 AM, my mother picked up Pea, who was more than happy to go with her. That was a relief. From there it went downhill.
B had arranged for his brother (with girlfriend) and a mate coming over to help move. The brother got sick and the mate forgot. :o( So we had a while of panic while looking for other people to help us. We managed to find B's sister (who was sick too, but willing to help) and his cousin, who thankfully is quite buff and was ready to move the whole damn flat on his own if he had to. Meanwhile I persuaded my mother to keep Pea overnight. It will be his first night away from home. He seems to be doing fine, but I'm worried anyway. It's a mommy thing, I'm sure.
So we got on with the move. One of the first things I did was smash my hand with a table, so that was fairly uncomfortable for most of the day. Even though it was overcast, it was hot and humid all day, so I sweated and gasped my way through the boxes. And with sweating always comes the chafing. Thighs, breasts and under-arms. Ow. And as an added bonus, it seems my "intimate problem" is getting worse. It's itchy and painful everywhere "down there" and it's been driving me crazy all day. Can't wait for my check-up in 1½ weeks.
As a final poke in the eye, B apparently decided that Sunday was too long to wait to be alone, so he grabbed his personal effects and left. I had always expected him to stay until Sunday, but I guess not. Which means that I'm now all alone. Only a few bits of B's stuff left here and there. And mess. A whole freakin lot of mess. Dust, gunk, clutter, trash and left-over plastic bags everywhere. Guess who's cleaning that up? Yup.
So. B and his mate will be coming by tomorrow to pick up the last bits and then I guess I'll be all on my own. With Pea, of course. Counting down to my very first week alone since... wow... I can't even remember when I was last alone for that long.
I can't decide whether to be more excited or terrified. Currently I'm somewhere in between, with a healthy dash of exhaustion. So tired. And sore. Very sore. My feet are huge, throbbing clumps. Ow.
There was something else... but I forgot. Must sleep. Sleeeeeeep. Night folks!