My glorious plan for a day spent packing is shot to hell! First, I slept 11 hours last night. (I can’t bitch though, I’ve been hitting the gym hard and my poor little muscles were tuckered out.) That puts me late getting started. I get to the gym, no surprises there. Get home and the apt complex is showing my apt later today. Naturally, I have to scramble to clean up the mess. I’ve been letting the apt sorta go to shit this last week because of the move. I haven’t even had lunch yet! arrrrgh! I have a date tonight at 7:00pm so the only packing I’ll be doing…uh nevermind.
So now my plan to pack all day is shot to hell. I know, “want some cheese w/that whine Moby?” All I have to say to that is…blow me.
I’m picking up the key to the new apt later today. I’m really excited about the move. Especially, knowing I don’t have to lug all this damn furniture around. I may have to develop a 24-hour case of swing flu on Sunday if I don’t get all the packing done. The movers are showing up bright and early on Monday morning. And since they get paid by the hour, me thinks I might have to call in sick. *oh, I’m feeling woozy already. Quick! Someone get me a mint julip!*