as my counterpart has been known to say:

feh. meh. gah. and other monosyllables.

moving continues to suck. packing, specifically. i'm no good at it, i hate doing it, and things that have been gathering dust have a tendency, when the dust is disturbed, to make me sneeze. rar.

did a big purge of old bills and things, though. am heartlessly getting rid of Stuff There's No Reason To Keep. (speaking of which, ellen_fremedon, when you take my furniture, do you also want a rack full of spices?) also found that the button on a pair of jeans i haven't yet worn was riveted badly -- it came off in my hand. will return tomorrow (yay for hanging onto receipts).

in other news, and with apologies for making no damn sense at all: yeah, i sort of figured that'd be a show-stopper. and yet somehow i feel better. or, not better, but strangely at peace.

which doesn't mean that if i were anyone other than myself, i wouldn't smack me upside the head. grr.