Without the light it gives
ALL MOVED.
Today was day two of the moving effort and it was looooong! and I knelt on a thumbtack and it GOT STUCK IN MY KNEE and made an audible popping noise as I pulled it out and that was GROSS and when I instinctively fell back and went into Nancy Kerrigan Mode I almost sat on ANOTHER TACK and that would have been awful and it took forever to get the truck loaded and I had to ride home with my crow in my lap the whole way because there was nowhere safe to put him the back and now I'm tired.
And I am also, once again, an official occupant of this house. I miss uptown already. At least the worst of the move is over, and now I can focus on the next phase: actually having a room. This could happen quickly or it could take a very long time, depending. I tell you what, though, a few more nights on this couch and I'm going to clean out the office with a flamethrower if I have to.
It's like we've been playing a really long, drawn out game of musical chairs in this house, the way the rooms have passed hands. Mom and Dad started out in the room that later became Katie's and mine shortly before it became solely mine because after Katie and I moved out of the room that was to become and remain Mom and Dad's, Ben was moved out of the room next to the room that would once be mine into a room built for him downstairs while Katie took that room, which was later to become Ben's room again after I moved out and Katie claimed mine and Dad claimed Ben's old built-for-him room as an office and junk room, which I am now trying to elbow my way into. Follow? So now after sharing an apartment with Mara and Erik and then moving on to sharing an apartment with Jayme and then just myself and then Katie very briefly and then back to myself and then finally landing my own apartment and then giving it up so I can, in the future, smell awful in Israel for a thousand kilometers, I am now trying to evict a bunch of stuff so I can take its room. I don't care how the stuff feels about that. This is a dog eat dog world, people.
Today was day two of the moving effort and it was looooong! and I knelt on a thumbtack and it GOT STUCK IN MY KNEE and made an audible popping noise as I pulled it out and that was GROSS and when I instinctively fell back and went into Nancy Kerrigan Mode I almost sat on ANOTHER TACK and that would have been awful and it took forever to get the truck loaded and I had to ride home with my crow in my lap the whole way because there was nowhere safe to put him the back and now I'm tired.
And I am also, once again, an official occupant of this house. I miss uptown already. At least the worst of the move is over, and now I can focus on the next phase: actually having a room. This could happen quickly or it could take a very long time, depending. I tell you what, though, a few more nights on this couch and I'm going to clean out the office with a flamethrower if I have to.
It's like we've been playing a really long, drawn out game of musical chairs in this house, the way the rooms have passed hands. Mom and Dad started out in the room that later became Katie's and mine shortly before it became solely mine because after Katie and I moved out of the room that was to become and remain Mom and Dad's, Ben was moved out of the room next to the room that would once be mine into a room built for him downstairs while Katie took that room, which was later to become Ben's room again after I moved out and Katie claimed mine and Dad claimed Ben's old built-for-him room as an office and junk room, which I am now trying to elbow my way into. Follow? So now after sharing an apartment with Mara and Erik and then moving on to sharing an apartment with Jayme and then just myself and then Katie very briefly and then back to myself and then finally landing my own apartment and then giving it up so I can, in the future, smell awful in Israel for a thousand kilometers, I am now trying to evict a bunch of stuff so I can take its room. I don't care how the stuff feels about that. This is a dog eat dog world, people.

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