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Feeling human again
Aug. 28th, 2002 11:33 amI took my morning break down in the cafeteria, ate my typical breakfast, read what scattered bits of the paper I could find, and wrote my brother a letter. I've been composing it mentally since yesterday afternoon, but this was my first chance to sit and scribble.
I'm definitely burnt out on the move, and yet we're still not done. I'm grabbing the Flexcar truck after work, and we'll all be heading to the house to get the last of the crap out - a couple of computers, a table, all the random shit in my room that I didn't quite get boxed up on Saturday. This coming Saturday's our massive cleaning day, herding the dust bunnies out the door, scrubbing the bathrooms down, fixing the carpet tear upstairs. It looks horrible now, but we really weren't that hard on the house. It's old, and falling apart in places (don't let me go off on the condition of the roof...) but it's a good house.
I'm really incredibly bitter about what an ass the landlord is, but he'll die eventually, and I can only hope I outlive him and get to dance on his grave.
We really lucked out on the house we got. It's small - much smaller than we were used to, and that makes us all scramble and rethink storage solutions (hence the late night trip to IKEA yesterday) but I'm all in love with the neighborhood and the location and the coziness of it all. I adore it with the passion of a thousand burning tea lights.
(Which I've found again, after wondering where'd they'd gone for a year. I'd put them *away*. Sheesh.)
I'm definitely burnt out on the move, and yet we're still not done. I'm grabbing the Flexcar truck after work, and we'll all be heading to the house to get the last of the crap out - a couple of computers, a table, all the random shit in my room that I didn't quite get boxed up on Saturday. This coming Saturday's our massive cleaning day, herding the dust bunnies out the door, scrubbing the bathrooms down, fixing the carpet tear upstairs. It looks horrible now, but we really weren't that hard on the house. It's old, and falling apart in places (don't let me go off on the condition of the roof...) but it's a good house.
I'm really incredibly bitter about what an ass the landlord is, but he'll die eventually, and I can only hope I outlive him and get to dance on his grave.
We really lucked out on the house we got. It's small - much smaller than we were used to, and that makes us all scramble and rethink storage solutions (hence the late night trip to IKEA yesterday) but I'm all in love with the neighborhood and the location and the coziness of it all. I adore it with the passion of a thousand burning tea lights.
(Which I've found again, after wondering where'd they'd gone for a year. I'd put them *away*. Sheesh.)
