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I am really fucking exhausted.
I went to bed late, then woke up inexplicably at 5, and couldn't get back to sleep for an hour, then had to wake right back up to take the cat in for her vet appointment (mixed news: no rise in glucose, but still having kidney issues. Hopefully the new food will at least help in the longer term.)
Then I got to go up to B'ham and sign the paperwork for the apartment. Did a bit of shopping for the place, then headed out there only to find that I can't get into the parking garage and my key only works on one exterior door. I also can't figure out how I'm supposed to get furniture deliveries there. And seeing as how I'm planning to sleep there on Tuesday, having an actual bed would be nice. Also discovered one rather disappointing thing in that there really is no pantry space whatsoever. At least for yours truly. There are three wall-mounted cabinets: one above the fridge, one above the microwave/range hood and one tucked back in a corner behind the sink. None of them can be reached by a shortarse like me. So I'm stuck putting my soup cans in with my pasta pots. Or maybe I'll just put everything in the fridge. What the hell. Cereal tastes good with a bit of ice crystals on it.
Finally made it back home about 7:30, and have spent the last four hours taking care of Mike, who's having an infection of one of his surgery sites, and catching up with the last of the House DVD. (It's only fair. He got me hooked on CSI, I got him hooked on that.)
Tomorrow is more shopping for the new place, and perhaps a bit of moving stuff in, if Mike's up to it, plus catching up on BSG. Bear in mind that since I'm not really moving, I have to buy all-new stuff for this place instead of just packing up a U-Haul. So it entails rather more work than just grabbing a couple of friends and bribing them with pizza and beer to haul boxes. It's all very weird, really. Only three days to get all this done, plus get caught up with lax housework here, before I have a bunch of stuff to do on campus Tuesday. I know people who could do all this in 24 hours, but that's just not in my realm of capability. Besides, I think all the people who run around like crazed mongeese doing stuff constantly are probably all addicted to massive amounts of caffeine. Us non-chemically-altered sorts live at a slower pace. ;)
For now, I'm quite zombified and am wound down enough to go to bed... gnight.
I went to bed late, then woke up inexplicably at 5, and couldn't get back to sleep for an hour, then had to wake right back up to take the cat in for her vet appointment (mixed news: no rise in glucose, but still having kidney issues. Hopefully the new food will at least help in the longer term.)
Then I got to go up to B'ham and sign the paperwork for the apartment. Did a bit of shopping for the place, then headed out there only to find that I can't get into the parking garage and my key only works on one exterior door. I also can't figure out how I'm supposed to get furniture deliveries there. And seeing as how I'm planning to sleep there on Tuesday, having an actual bed would be nice. Also discovered one rather disappointing thing in that there really is no pantry space whatsoever. At least for yours truly. There are three wall-mounted cabinets: one above the fridge, one above the microwave/range hood and one tucked back in a corner behind the sink. None of them can be reached by a shortarse like me. So I'm stuck putting my soup cans in with my pasta pots. Or maybe I'll just put everything in the fridge. What the hell. Cereal tastes good with a bit of ice crystals on it.
Finally made it back home about 7:30, and have spent the last four hours taking care of Mike, who's having an infection of one of his surgery sites, and catching up with the last of the House DVD. (It's only fair. He got me hooked on CSI, I got him hooked on that.)
Tomorrow is more shopping for the new place, and perhaps a bit of moving stuff in, if Mike's up to it, plus catching up on BSG. Bear in mind that since I'm not really moving, I have to buy all-new stuff for this place instead of just packing up a U-Haul. So it entails rather more work than just grabbing a couple of friends and bribing them with pizza and beer to haul boxes. It's all very weird, really. Only three days to get all this done, plus get caught up with lax housework here, before I have a bunch of stuff to do on campus Tuesday. I know people who could do all this in 24 hours, but that's just not in my realm of capability. Besides, I think all the people who run around like crazed mongeese doing stuff constantly are probably all addicted to massive amounts of caffeine. Us non-chemically-altered sorts live at a slower pace. ;)
For now, I'm quite zombified and am wound down enough to go to bed... gnight.
