Well, that didn't work right...

"What are we going to do tomorrow night, Brain?"
"The same thing we do every night, Pinky - try to move into the house!"

Or, like, whatever.

I started in on the kitchen tonight, but I didn't get any more book boxes loaded up, nor did I take anything over, and of a sudden, I look up, and it's 8:20, and it's dark! The hell?

Oh yeah - that equinox is kinda sneakin' up pretty damn fast. So anyway, mucho boxes happenin' tomorrow or something. I could load the car tonight, I suppose, and not dare the front steps in the dark, but wait until tomorrow.

Oh, screw it. I'm slacking. I'll admit it. I'm slacking and I'm heading up to Vancouver on Saturday, and that means getting jack all done on the weekend. And it doesn't matter, because everything gets cleaned up weekend after that. I've got another week on top of this one, a week with an extra employee (yay!) and a full set of afternoons and another pair of roomies coming in at the end. It'll work. (says the eternal optimist)

Hush up. I want a shower.