General Sneezypants McBitchy Part 2

"Saturday: 7/30/05


6 AM-- Up, wandered blindly to shower. Avoided tripping over boxes. Instead tripped over an extension cord. Stepped on earring. Swore.

7 AM-- Packed like a maniac. Probably channeling WWII General. Tried not to be a bitch. Just wanted to be done.

8:30 AM-- Movers arrive. 5 guys. Better be strong. Pissed about book boxes, but still carried 2 at a time. Looked like Sherpas hauling supplies up Everest. Turns out most of our furniture could use woodglue, screws or a fiery death in a bonfire. Started to get a headache-- right in the front. Hurt to bend over, turn head or breathe. Ignored it. Swore. Movers keep moving all our stuff. Tons of stuff. Poor movers. Better tip them big.

11-ish AM-- Done moving out. Embarrassed by forgetting to vaccuum under couch cushions and having the movers find a spoon, chapstick, 4 lbs of assorted debris and an Always pad. Shocked by accumulated dust underneath furniture. May become OCD from the experience. Must wash hands. Must vaccuum more often. Starting to feel dehydrated and stomach making angry noises.

12-ish PM- 2 PM-- Haven't seen a clock. Sure it would never end. Movers start to unpack the trucks. Had to admit to being the one living in the Cowboy-decorated room (the curtains and wall border were left behind.) Wished they were pirates or something cooler. Just glad it's not Pokemon or Bratz. Sneezed. Sneezed. Sneezed. Dust allergy finally caught up with me. So tired of sneezing. Watched movers put my bed back together 14 times faster than it took mom and I to put it together. Got into paper fight. Movers finish, we tip them $30 apiece. Books are heavy.

2 PM-- Grocery store because we have no food. Stomach VERY angry. Still dehydrated. Headache taking over head like it's storming the beaches at Normandy. Getting cranky. Wanted a sandwich and a drink. Wanted beer, drank soda. Couldn't remember which box held my ibuprofen. Would swear, but too tired. Got my sandwich-- turkey, cheese and pickles. Almost too tired to eat. Ate anyway.

3PM-- 6:45PM-- Realized basement is perfect for headaches-- dark, cool, with sofa. Took crash nap. Woke up confused. Never fell asleep in a basement before.

7 PM- 10 PM-- unpacked. Realized kind of crappy cell service in my room. Realized internet addiction. Missed e-mail and myspace. Ate stouffer's lasagna. Hooked up laptop before unpacking clothes. Must have priorities. Laptop is my dvd player, stereo and general attention waster. Spoke to my dad and brother-- talked to brother about Dad's car-- vintage MGB-- Dad's new favorite child.

10 PM- 11:45 PM-- read in my big rocking chair. Ignored giant mountains of boxes. Willing to sleep on bare mattress.

Sooner or later, I'll fall asleep on that mattress, bare or not. I can sleep til 9 tomorrow, which is a gift from the gods as far as I'm concerned. We do have to go back to the old apartment to clean up the ravenous hordes of dust bunnies and tame the wilderness behind the fridge. It's probably going to be gross and I'll probably get another dust headache and spend the afternoon racked out in the basement on the couch... but it's worth it to have actually gotten out of there. I probably would have eaten kitty litter to get out of there, but come to think of it, I used to eat Grape Nuts and that stuff is only a carton of milk and a spoonful of sugar away from cat litter."