Aug. 26th, 2003

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I wrote this whole long, angst-tastic entry this morning about wanting to curl up in a hole and sleep for a week, complaining about everything from cramps to finances, with my eating habits in between.

I finally got around to posting it around noon, and iJournal ate it.

Which is good, 'cause this afternoon was fantabulous. I got to talk to the resident manager about moving in, and it looks like I won't be able to move Thursday (maybe paint, maybe finish my bloody packing...) and while there are weird bits about which door I have to use, I have a cart and such I can borrow for the boxen. So: Friday/Saturday = Misha's Moving Days. I will fall all over volunteers who wish to help me (or who even wish to show up and give me moral support)

And then I got the splendid idea of asking the *bank* for the wire transfer form that I need. I may have to wait for tomorrow to talk to them. At least they won't be deaf.

And *then* I got to go to the escrow company to sign a billion and a half forms. The amount I needed for closing was less than I expected, so I may indeed have money for food and paint. Woohoo!

I'm finally at a point where I think that this could all happen! My pessimistic side has been riding my back all month, and each little hiccup hasn't exactly been reassuring. I still want an hour in a hot tub and an hour under the talented hands of the fabulous Miss Rhonda, but it's happening! I'm going to be a homeowner!

I think I might finally get back to my normal, cheerful self, if I can stop hyperventilating.

Dru's off to a barbeque tonight (again), so I'm at loose ends for dinner. I'm thinking pizza, but if I celebrate, I don't want to do it by myself. Let's see... who could go to dinner now?

And sometime I need to finally do all those change-of-address things that I've been putting off until I knew for *sure* I'd get the condo. Eep!
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Hee-hoo-hee-hoo-hee-hoo-hee-hoo!

My cousin hasn't given birth yet, but I'm in more need of her breathing exercises for the nonce. Metric-assload of packing left, and my brother is officially My Hero. Grandpa gets an Honorable Mention, but Dru's packed almost the entire kitchen in the last couple of days, pulled innumberable boxes up from the basement, and generally put up with my slack-tastic self.

Loves him, we does, my precious.

Slacked tonight - scooted down to the UVillage on my bike (loves the bike, we does, my precious) and visited the B&N there. I was mightily tempted in the sci-fi section, but I have Crown of Slaves in my Webscription, so I can read it on my Palm, and instead I indulged in a pair of Georgette Heyers and the PotC soundtrack. (The which I am listening to right now, and damn, it's awesome!) And then I sat down with said Heyers and read myself through a salad and a deep-dish spinach pizza. I think I only put it down to swap out my salad plate for the pizza. I guess I really wasn't in the mood for company.

Now I get to finish packing my room to the best of my ability. I keep having books turn up in the oddest of places, and then there's the miscellaneous weirdness, most of which I fear will be uncovered on Saturday, once the big stuff from Friday is gone. I'm also realizing that I won't have broadband access very soon in the near future, which must be remedied. I'll wait on cable, but my 'Net access is... it's... Well, y'all understand, I'm sure. Sweet Lord, I haven't used dialup for more than a week at a time since I left Kansas!

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