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Oh God I hate moving so much
Soooo my loveseat is in the alley and I am typing this from the aerobed set up in lieu of a couch in the living room, and that is pretty much what you need to know about how the move went. Narrow entryway is really fucking narrow. We (you can tell ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
iulia has been here the whole time by how I am not just huddled in a corner crying right now) went to two different furniture stores yesterday, once between the movers and the stoner cable guy (who accidentally abandoned his entire box of coaxial cable, so, um, anybody need two hundred feet of coax? No? I guess I should call the cable company and tell them to come pick it up?) and once after the stoner cable guy, by which point I wanted nothing in life more than to curl up in my bed, but sadly the bed was not yet made. And I needed to go to a furniture store, to pay a moderately alarming sum of magical plastic money for modular furniture that I am convinced still will not be able to be gotten into my apartment.
Also, a few hours after I got home from the furniture store I realized that the modules I selected are not going to fit and I need some different ones. So I should call the furniture store, as well as the cable company.
Also also it's really cold in here. So I should probably inquire of my landlord wtf is up with the heat and lack thereof.
Also also also I do not own nearly enough DVDs to fill up the shelf space I allotted them. I am pretty sure this means I need to buy more DVDs, yes?
Or I could just stay right here, curled up on the aerobed. FOREVER. Or until Iulia gets out of the shower and we go out for pancakes. One of those.
Or I could try to think of things that do not suck.
Iulia. She mopped my floors. Everyone we dealt with yesterday thinks she's my wife. As usual, but funny when I am very tired and it is happening several times in a row.
Library. I haz one. It is tiny but it is mine! And I have shelved all the books, because I needed to do something soothing last night, and sorting and shelving books is the soothingest. If you're me.
Aerobed. At least I have a couch substitute to curl up on, right? It makes quite a comfy little nest. Maybe if the next furniture doesn't fit I will just give up and go buy a couple of twin-sized double-height aerobeds, and a dozen more pillows, and call it good. It will be like that year I slept on an air mattress, but ... okay, possibly less inviting for guests? Hm.
Pancakes. Are imminent. With enormous quantities of bacon.
iulia has been here the whole time by how I am not just huddled in a corner crying right now) went to two different furniture stores yesterday, once between the movers and the stoner cable guy (who accidentally abandoned his entire box of coaxial cable, so, um, anybody need two hundred feet of coax? No? I guess I should call the cable company and tell them to come pick it up?) and once after the stoner cable guy, by which point I wanted nothing in life more than to curl up in my bed, but sadly the bed was not yet made. And I needed to go to a furniture store, to pay a moderately alarming sum of magical plastic money for modular furniture that I am convinced still will not be able to be gotten into my apartment. Also, a few hours after I got home from the furniture store I realized that the modules I selected are not going to fit and I need some different ones. So I should call the furniture store, as well as the cable company.
Also also it's really cold in here. So I should probably inquire of my landlord wtf is up with the heat and lack thereof.
Also also also I do not own nearly enough DVDs to fill up the shelf space I allotted them. I am pretty sure this means I need to buy more DVDs, yes?
Or I could just stay right here, curled up on the aerobed. FOREVER. Or until Iulia gets out of the shower and we go out for pancakes. One of those.
Or I could try to think of things that do not suck.
Iulia. She mopped my floors. Everyone we dealt with yesterday thinks she's my wife. As usual, but funny when I am very tired and it is happening several times in a row.
Library. I haz one. It is tiny but it is mine! And I have shelved all the books, because I needed to do something soothing last night, and sorting and shelving books is the soothingest. If you're me.
Aerobed. At least I have a couch substitute to curl up on, right? It makes quite a comfy little nest. Maybe if the next furniture doesn't fit I will just give up and go buy a couple of twin-sized double-height aerobeds, and a dozen more pillows, and call it good. It will be like that year I slept on an air mattress, but ... okay, possibly less inviting for guests? Hm.
Pancakes. Are imminent. With enormous quantities of bacon.
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