BAR NONE

[fox]

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.

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(me: But I packed all the spoons. sanj: Eat it with your fingers. Do it now.)

Awesome. Good people, you and Sanj both.

Really, really wish I could have been there. Next move! *ducks peanut butter jar Fox throws her way*