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uurgh....
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I am very near the point where I'm going to dump stuff into a box until it is full, tape it closed, and label it "crap from top of dresser" or "art supplies and papers from that stack underneath your desk". I already have a pile of stuff I will label as "mysteries to deal with later".
I am a 30 year old single woman. How in the WORLD did I end up with so much stuff?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!!
I have so much to rant about, but I don't have the time to do it properly. So here's the short version.
Movers come on Thursday, no idea what time.
Utena and Tsukushi randomly decided on Sunday they couldn't connect to the net, and nothing nothing NOTHING fixed it. Finally my dad remembered where he had stored the static ISP addies he used last time to fix them, and they still worked. YAY.
That makes me afraid of what wil happen in Portland when they spazz and I'm stuck with Verizon or whoever's tech support. I will miss my live-in geek.
I bought $20 of new boxes, then was shown the huge 2 foot high stack of collapsed boxes in the top of the garage. X|
2,000 mile car drive. Alone. Spicer-kitty doesn't count, as he will likely be unconscious for most of it. Thanks to the pills I'm hoping the vet will prescribe tomorrow.
I will not have internet in Portland for what could be several days, depending on how long it takes me to find an ISP, and the probable trouble they will give me about bandwidth usage, three computers online instead of one.
And a bazillion other small niggling worries and concerns that add up to a huge amount of stress.
Why do none of my friends call me?? I always have to call them...
I am very near the point where I'm going to dump stuff into a box until it is full, tape it closed, and label it "crap from top of dresser" or "art supplies and papers from that stack underneath your desk". I already have a pile of stuff I will label as "mysteries to deal with later".
I am a 30 year old single woman. How in the WORLD did I end up with so much stuff?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!!
I have so much to rant about, but I don't have the time to do it properly. So here's the short version.
Movers come on Thursday, no idea what time.
Utena and Tsukushi randomly decided on Sunday they couldn't connect to the net, and nothing nothing NOTHING fixed it. Finally my dad remembered where he had stored the static ISP addies he used last time to fix them, and they still worked. YAY.
That makes me afraid of what wil happen in Portland when they spazz and I'm stuck with Verizon or whoever's tech support. I will miss my live-in geek.
I bought $20 of new boxes, then was shown the huge 2 foot high stack of collapsed boxes in the top of the garage. X|
2,000 mile car drive. Alone. Spicer-kitty doesn't count, as he will likely be unconscious for most of it. Thanks to the pills I'm hoping the vet will prescribe tomorrow.
I will not have internet in Portland for what could be several days, depending on how long it takes me to find an ISP, and the probable trouble they will give me about bandwidth usage, three computers online instead of one.
And a bazillion other small niggling worries and concerns that add up to a huge amount of stress.