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Sore and gleeful
Sep. 17th, 2001 11:48 amI don't know how we fit it all into the weekend, but...
We're moved. The kitchen counters aren't visible beneath all the boxes, we have a single working phone, the cats are acting like complete maniacs, and we're tripping over boxes in every room, but we're moved.
Actually, it's kind of scary how quickly L&L have settled in. Their rooms are all set up and put away, and John and I are stuffed to the gills with our crap. I definitely need to go through some boxes and start throwing things away.
We have couch covers and I have more shelves and a new tv stand from Ikea, and we conjured another love seat out of nowhere, so my green chair's definitely heading for my room. Ivar shelves come unfinished, so I want to do that before I set them up - that's another couple day's delay, to sand, clean, stain and wait for them to dry.
I'm feeling a little scatter-brained - I haven't been online all weekend, so while the muses taunted me at odd hours, I haven't been able to write anything. Wait, that was a tangent. Didn't get much sleep last night, between the new room and the cats yakking on the carpet at 1, and then knocking a drawer over at 4.
Friday I did get signed up for Escapade. The Halloween successors to Friscon, I think I'll skip - there are two cons in the same area, a week apart. Logically, there's some local politicking going on in the slash community, and I don't really want to be a part of that. I'll just hold a little murder-mystery party up here, and not go at all. I looked at airfare for Escapade, but if the household (minus John) goes, then it'd be cheaper to rent a van and drive down. (Not like we tried for Friscon last year and failed. Feh. That was just not a well-planned event)
And the house isn't all wine and roses - we found bullet holes in the front window (likely from a police-police shootout a month and a half ago), the sink downstairs leaks, and we blew a circuit breaker this morning, but couldn't get to the box to switch it again. Still, it's ours.
I'm all about the proprietary glee. Minemineminemine.
We're moved. The kitchen counters aren't visible beneath all the boxes, we have a single working phone, the cats are acting like complete maniacs, and we're tripping over boxes in every room, but we're moved.
Actually, it's kind of scary how quickly L&L have settled in. Their rooms are all set up and put away, and John and I are stuffed to the gills with our crap. I definitely need to go through some boxes and start throwing things away.
We have couch covers and I have more shelves and a new tv stand from Ikea, and we conjured another love seat out of nowhere, so my green chair's definitely heading for my room. Ivar shelves come unfinished, so I want to do that before I set them up - that's another couple day's delay, to sand, clean, stain and wait for them to dry.
I'm feeling a little scatter-brained - I haven't been online all weekend, so while the muses taunted me at odd hours, I haven't been able to write anything. Wait, that was a tangent. Didn't get much sleep last night, between the new room and the cats yakking on the carpet at 1, and then knocking a drawer over at 4.
Friday I did get signed up for Escapade. The Halloween successors to Friscon, I think I'll skip - there are two cons in the same area, a week apart. Logically, there's some local politicking going on in the slash community, and I don't really want to be a part of that. I'll just hold a little murder-mystery party up here, and not go at all. I looked at airfare for Escapade, but if the household (minus John) goes, then it'd be cheaper to rent a van and drive down. (Not like we tried for Friscon last year and failed. Feh. That was just not a well-planned event)
And the house isn't all wine and roses - we found bullet holes in the front window (likely from a police-police shootout a month and a half ago), the sink downstairs leaks, and we blew a circuit breaker this morning, but couldn't get to the box to switch it again. Still, it's ours.
I'm all about the proprietary glee. Minemineminemine.
