So, my posts have been scanty. This is because momentous stuff is occurring! Momentous stuff which encompasses trifling matters like denying me internet access!
Uno) We moved Memorial Day weekend; packing was enervating, move not too bad though still exhausting; there is as yet no DSL in new apartment.
Dos) Kid sister graduated from high school, so paid a flying visit home this weekend. Congratulations, Sull.
Tres) It's my last week at work and these jaw-droppingly inconsiderate bastards have behaved as if I were still in their paid employ, and thus in addition to cleaning out all the crap from my desk and labeling boxes and sending them to molder in the basement and leaving cunning little notes for my successor, they've been calling me up and expecting me to perform urgent and necessary tasks, which have irritatingly occupied my entire six-and-a-half hour working day. (What, you thought I was still even attempting to arrive on time? Hold on a sec while I Audblog a hollow chuckle.)
Quatro) While after work I have been haggardly running errands and dissolutely packing. After much fretting and comparison shopping and longing looks at diamond-bright, nickel-clad steamer trunks, I bought stunningly capacious duffel bag which swallowed two pea coats, one Navy, one leather, and my queen size duvet and throatily begged for more. Which I happily crammed into it. (Wow, this metaphor got real dirty real quick.) I may yet get my luggage down to three bags plus carry-on.
Cinqo) Places to go! People to see! I don't even have enough time to have things to do! I have to go a gathering of my writer friends this evening. (Oh, fine, it's a reading. Okay? Happy now? I may even have to read something. If it makes you feel any better, I'm already pretty sure it sucks.) Then tomorrow I have to let the work people get me drunk (Torture!) and Friday I may actually try and leave the house and see my friends, possibly play some pool, bar hop at all the little places I'll be shortly splitting from. Saturday it's errands galore and the final, everything must be stuffed, pack. Then Sunday I go home for a couple weeks, during which time I'll have little to do but sun myself on the back patio and swill my parent's gin, so you can probably expect a few posts from me then.
Until then, Adios! and Au revoir! and Slaite!
Oh, and I might have a house! I don't much yet, but I'm sure that won't prevent me from posting about it, tomorrow, perhaps even!
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