"Today you might feel a little out of sorts, Gemini, and your concentration could be diminished. You might even have a little trouble focusing on your work. Don’t worry about it. It’s more mental than anything else, and it will pass. You might feel the need to drink coffee all day to stay alert. Try to exercise some restraint on this, since it could be counterproductive. Hang in there."
I’ve been trying to sleep since 10:30pm. I think I succeeded for a little while. I looked at the clock and it was 11:18pm and the next thing I knew it was 1:36am. So I guess there’s that. I think I dozed off around 2:15am again. I was counting sheep and it turned into Plants v. Zombies. There were explosions and catapults. Obviously that didn’t go as planned.
I think I should talk to my doctor about Ambien.
I think I should put my bed together and stop sleeping on the Ikea couch.
I think I should drink a lot of coffee in about 2.5 hours when my alarm goes off for work.
I think I’m getting a Sausage McGriddle for breakfast.
I think maybe I should ask Nora to drive to our meeting in Racine.
“I don’t want to hurt you. But I’ll tell you what I do want. I want someone who will be monogamous and nice to his mother. And I want someone who likes musicals but knows to just shut his mouth when I’m watching Lost. And I want someone who thinks being really into cars is lame and strip clubs are gross. I want someone who will actually empty the dishwasher instead of just taking out forks as needed, like I do. I want someone with clean hands and feet and beefy forearms like a damn Disney prince. And I want him to genuinely like me, even when I’m old. And that’s what I want.”—Liz Lemon, my hero
“The rivalry between Sobelmans and AJ Bombers is best described as an old school, established “best burger” in Milwaukee joint, running up against the new school, or new kid on the block, very fast to be declared Milwaukee’s best “new’ burger joint. I’m telling you, it’s a city divided!…
Today was a lovely, sunny, mid-40s day here in Milwaukee. Nora and I decided to walk for our Jimmy John’s instead of having it delivered.
From 20th and Wells we trekked all the way over to 15th and Wells. We ordered. We walked back. It was an adventure! And on this adventure we saw many things and met many people! Those people had interesting things to say. Things like
"Look at you perfect little White girls thinking your so perfect being your perfect race."
Well, of course we just ignored him. And as we passed by, he continued to keep it classy…
"At least your asses are perfect."
I bet he wonders why he’s single.
Look, crazy man. My being perfect has nothing to do with the color of my skin, ok? I can’t help it. It’s just who I am. Maybe if you didn’t walk around enveloped in anger and self-righteousness, you could feel perfect too. It must be sad to be so full of hate.
Called Hernia Movers for estimate 2 weeks ago. Was told 2-2.5 hours, $94/hour. Hired.
Steal empty boxes from work.
Boxes sit in my car for a week.
I bring the boxes into the house. I put one together. I look at everything sitting everywhere and give up for the night.
I start packing stuff. 3-4 boxes a day. During commercial breaks. When I’m not on Twitter. Or Tumblr. Or G-Chat. Basically, I don’t sleep. I do pretty well. All the boxes get filled.
All the boxes are filled. The movers come in 2 days, and I still have a ton of shit to pack.
Suitcases and backpacks and duffel bags and, oh hey there, Whole Foods grocery bags! Stuff continues to get packed until about an hour before the movers arrive. Most of this happens the day the movers arrive. I mean, Thursday is FlashForward and Private Practice was new! And there was a thing at AJ Bombers on Friday. I was busy!
Movers come. I lose my cat. I find the cat. I lock the cat in the bathroom until the movers leave… 40 minutes later!! :-D
Drive to meet the movers at the new place. Get halfway there and realize my wallet is not with me. Mother effer.
Meet the movers. Tell them I’ll brb. It’s pouring rain. Everyone drives 20 mph because rain makes all of Milwaukee turn into sniveling little girls.
Drive home grab wallet. Get some cash for a tip. I don’t have any. Well, I have $20. I just don’t think it’s adequate.
Drive to AJ Bombers to use ATM. It’s out of service. Drive to Blatz Liquor to use ATM. Leave Blatz Liquor and movers call. They’re done. I’m still 15 minutes away. Make that 25 because everyone is still celebrating Drive Like Your 89-Year-Old Grandma Day. Add on another half hour of moving time to the total cost because apparently rain is a pretty big deal, here in the great Midwest. Fuckers. I guess it wouldn’t have happened if I was smart enough to grab the wallet in the first place.
Get to the new place. Every thing looks good. I pay the movers. I thank the movers. I tip the movers a little extra for working in the rain.
Hernia Movers. Great company! Polite, careful, and speedy. Very efficient. Would use again. Definitely recommend!
Am I done moving? No. Of course not. I still have the cat, all the cat’s things, the computer, some more clothes, everything in the kitchen and bathroom, and then I have to clean the old apartment well enough to get my deposit back. But, mostly, it’s all taken care of. And I feel pretty relieved that all the big stuff is done and gone.
I’ve reached the point of packing we’re I have discovered that, if I put it in a bag for Goodwill, I don’t have to pack it.
This logic was applied to every piece of Tupperware I own, some dishes. pots and pans, random crap.
I’m still trying to get rid of a small, round table with 4 chairs and 2 tablecloths. I’ve dropped them to the low, low price of free if you come get it. They are on the East Side of Milwaukee right now. They can soon be in your home!
I hate packing. I hate moving. Even when I’m excited about it, I hate it.
“Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child,
Listen to the DON’TS
Listen to the SHOULDN’TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON’TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me—
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be.”—Shel Silverstein