BAR NONE

In order of appearance:

• A, as mentioned before
  
• ellen_fremedon
  
• datlowen
  
• sanj
  
• cmshaw
  
• lightgetsin

Truck-fetching, painting, and omfg truck-loading to a truly preposterous degree.  If I could bend my knees without falling right over, I'd genuflect.

Things I learned (or had reaffirmed) today:

1. It really is as bad an idea as you think to get up at 6am after about three, maybe three and a half hours of sleep, drink two cups of coffee, and not eat any food until something like noon.  ellen_fremedon said "where shall we have lunch?" and I said "... I'm really going to need you to take charge."  And that was the high point of my having-shit-together today.
   
2. I actually forget most of the things I meant to mention in between that and
   
3. When you kind of break down crying on the way to the metro and datlowen reminds you, as he's getting out of the car, to eat some dinner because blood sugar will help, and then ten minutes later you get back to your apartment and sanj has arrived in your short absence and the first thing you do is throw yourself on her shoulder and burst into tears and she and ellen_fremedon remind you, as they're hugging  you and patting your head, to eat some dinner because blood sugar will help, you shouldn't fight them when they tell you to eat peanut butter because protein = good.  (me:  But I packed all the spoons.  sanj:  Eat it with your fingers.  Do it now.)
   
4. What I think of as a comprehensive loss of shit does not really faze my friends.  Seriously, y'all, I walked in the door, put down my handbag, turned to sanj, and started sobbing.  I'm not sure I even said hello.  I think the assembly granted that for me this is unusually out of character, but they didn't agree with my (literal) use of the word "spectacular".
   
5. The next time I move, I swear, I swear, I swear, I am having movers of the full-service pack-and-move variety.  That's going to have to be a line item in my savings account, because while the truck-loading sucks and takes far too long and hurts us in ways we're getting too old for, it's the packing that really undoes me.  Please remind me of this next time I get it in my head to do it myself.
   
6. No matter how long you stand under a wonderful hot shower, your feet will not hurt any less.

And now, because Sanj and Ellen were right about the peanut butter, I'm going to drink some water and take some advil like they told me before I go to bed.

I think the unloading tomorrow should be less shitty than the loading today.  If nothing else, I do have a whole (small) spare room to put things that don't have a place yet.  (Boxes of books whose shelves have not yet been set up, e.g.)  I anticipate a 100% reduction in emotional meltdowns.  Which, trust me, in a hundred-mile radius there's a very limited number of people I can deal with seeing me cry (there are many others who have seen me cry, but in general it upsets me when people see me upset, so you can imagine how much fun that feedback loop can get), and most of them saw it today.  So there's no need for an encore tomorrow, right?

Yes.  Water.  Advil.  Sleep.  Enough babbling.  I think I'm pretty tired and maybe not making much sense right now.

for the win

Did some touch-up work on the paint early this morning, and concluded that almost every wall in the place is going to need another coat.  This is a pain in the ass now that the place is no longer empty, but I can roll with it -- it'll be my project for the next little while, do another coat on one wall (or color) per evening, or something.

Then pocketmouse showed up; and then jgesteve showed up with bagels and diet coke; and then K from curling and his girlfriend, who happen to be my new neighbors, joined us because they are AWESOME; and the five of us had the whole fucking truck unloaded and up in the new place by the time neotoma called to see if we still needed help.  When I called sanj and ellen_fremedon, who were almost on their way out the door to come direct traffic and be spared from heavy lifting, it was to tell them we were done.  They came and had bagels with us while it rained.  (Unloaded the whole truck before it started raining.  The ways in which today has been better than yesterday are too numerous to count.)  sanj took me to return the truck and brought me back here to where my car is.  So far, so good.

I have about six frillion things left to do at the old place, and I know I can't do them all at once, so I'm trying to decide what I need to bring up with me tonight.  Some amount of bedding, I think; computer and its accessories; DVD player; alarm clock and bedside lamp; shower curtain; that might actually do it.  Especially since it turns out I'm going to have to take a half-day tomorrow for Comcast-related reasons, on which Comcast is now thoroughly aware of my displeasure (to the tune of a waived installation fee; in a nutshell, they say they called twice yesterday and I wasn't home, so they couldn't do the install, but I was home and the phone never rang and I have no missed calls, and assuming we are both telling the truth -- which I'm prepared to grant on their end only because too many people would have to be lying -- then there was some kind of fuck-up somewhere in between that I'm not at all confident won't happen again).


Onward, upward, northward, dinner soon.  I think I will sleep very well tonight.