I'm One Piece Short Of A Jigsaw Puzzle (Oct 2, 2007)

Current mood:sore

It's Tuesday. The significance of this is that I don't have to work today and that the big move is behind me. I had to give the keys to my old apartment back yesterday. Over the weekend (and with tremendous fucking help from Trent and Lauren) we managed to get everything over to the new apartment and thoroughly clean the old one. And by thoroughly, I mean that we bleached EVERYTHING. Walls, lenoleum, tub, sinks, carpet.... All of it. Until this morning when I woke up, I couldn't actually SMELL anything but bleach. But its done with, now.

Now, my task is this: I need to put all this shit that is lying around in boxes where it really ought to go. It shall be a daunting task, but I think I'm up to it. The last few days have been nothing short of a living HELL for me, but it was mostly because there was more things that had to be done than there were hours in the day for me to do them. I was working every day and still having to move and clean and try to find time for a quick nap every once in a while. I think in the last 5 days I've only gotten like, 10 hours of sleep. Save last night when I got home and marathon slept for a bit.

Other than that, there really isn't any new news....  Rick went to Chicago, which of course bummed me out a bit. I found out that talking all Boston Legal at me is really very similar to running some BAD-ASS game on me that will actually work. Oh, I went out Thursday to the Buzz for the first time in a while. I try to not go out there for a few different reasons, but it was Rick's Good Riddance party, so I went ahead and went. This was a long day for me and I had just put myself into a situation that I wasn't entirely comfortable in, so I did what any good little Spooky would. I got so drunk that I'm missing parts of my night. Hahahahha.

I DO remember talking to Trent and him almost making me cry. I remember dancing with Lauren a little bit. I remember pushing/ slapping at/ generally harassing Rick a little. I got so very very drunkered. It really is a convienient thing that my Trent drives a Jeep. It was this that made it possible for me to get home NOT covered in my own spew. There's something wonderful about being able to lay half in and half out of a moving vehicle and barf your guts up at 50 miles an hour down a highway. Granted, sometimes you get inside and find that the aftermath of this isn't so glamorous, but all the same. Good times, good times. I even danced with Derrick. Hahaha.

Oh, yes. And the best part...?? I was still very much drunk when I had to wake up and go to work the following morning. And I was sick (and still am, a bit) on top of that. The makings of a wonderful day, right there. Ugh... I don't even remember LEAVING the bar....

anyway, that's about it, really. I ought to get off my ass and go start working on this place, but damnit, I just really don't want to right now.... Piss, shit, damn.