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Saturday, August 28, 2004

Yes, In Fact, It Does All Revolve Around Me.

I could have told you that we'd have hot weather this weekend: I'm moving. Anytime I'm going to be sweaty moving things I can guarantee the weather will do something to exacerbate the problem. I'm almost finished packing except for the computer and this desk, and just about ready for the movers, who will call any minute now to tell me when they're showing up. That doesn't help the sweating.

I keep tipping into the slightly maudlin as I do things for the last time—My last late-night call to the Boyfriend. My last night alone in 'my bed.' My last shower here. My last pot of coffee. I found myself walking down to get dinner last night thinking, "Goodbye Folsom Street! Think fondly of me."

I'm only moving about six blocks. And I work a block away from Folsom Street. Who, me, a drama queen? No way.

I'd better shut down and finish my packing. And also finish my last post in this apartment. [Places hand to forehead] Sigh. Thank goodness my stapler is already packed.

12:41 AM PST (link)

Sunday, August 22, 2004

Plenty Of Room To Panic.

You'd think with that other room empty, I'd feel less crowded. You'd think with the room to spread out a little, I'd be able to calm down and take stock of what I have left to pack, what I have left to get rid of, what I have left to do.

I'm an absolute wreck.

There are so many places to start. Because there are so many projects openly staring at me, sitting out in plain sight waiting to be completed, I want to finish them all right now and as I walk past a new one, I put the half-completed project down and pick up that new one. My fingernails are still half-white where I stopped picking the paint off when I picked up the camera to post a classified ad but had to move the fireplace tools into the Goodwill pile after moving the dance pad controller to get a box for my ~~porn~~ computer equipment. I still cannot see the bed, but I did manage to hook up the internet again (obviously) and get rid of a big white desk. Just a few more pieces of furniture left to go. Don't any of you San Franciscans need a bookshelf or a rolling cart? How about a folding glass-topped table? The Roommate's small desk? An old Mac?

But progress is being made. Things are going into boxes (and the garbage.) The Boyfriend and I are both sore from scrubbing smoke-stained walls and starting to paint what will be our bedroom. (Still strange to think of it in those terms. But it will probably be different once we're in there.) Once we get that finished, we can start moving and cleaning the other rooms in the house in time for the move next weekend.

Next weekend. ::looks around:: Eek!

08:57 PM PST (link)