Eastside
We got a place, and I'm moving this weekend. Gah! Stressful! I'm actually dying, and Tranny is NOT helping because he went out all night last night (as he does) and is now collapsing in hysterical giggles at the mention of anything at all. Also, he put on a Cher CD to pack to, and keeps warbling along to it in a silly voice. Ye gods.
Most of my crap is in boxes, but I still have plenty to go. I'm going to have to pack the comp up soon, too, so I have no idea when I'll be in touch with the internet world again. (Also, the board is down, hence me posting here...)
I've pretty much got to sort out all of this shit in the next couple of hours, because after that I'm going to a picnic that I organised (with the help of the two most organised people in the known universe). It'll be great, but nevertheless, I'm stressing.
Too much to do! Way to much shit to pack! Argh!
I'll post again from my new home. Oh, and probably photos of things.
GOD, WILL THAT CHER CD NEVER END? I'M PICKING THE NEXT GODDAMN CD.