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Happy to be at work, but only because they let me sit down here.

I moved this weekend.

More specifically, I was moved this weekend. By 10 of the best people in the world. Thank you, thank you, thank you - FG, Mom, P, N & A, N, N, W, M & S!!!

This was not your average move. It could have been. Oh yes, it could have been except that a monsoon descended onto the area causing high winds and freezing rain. If we hadn't been going up and down stairs carrying boxes of my crap and my obnoxiously heavy furniture we would have all died of hypothermia and exposure. It was nasty out folks. Nasty, nasty, nasty.

But we, and all my possessions, survived. Except for a filing cabinet my Mom, brother, Friendster Guy and I transported in a pretty much empty Uhaul at the end of the day when everyone else had left. (I needed to go through it and trash stuff anyway. It's a blessing in disguise.) Everything else made it through with flying colors.

I spent yesterday unpacking. I made serious progress. I'm down to the boxes labeled "Nik Naks," a couple of boxes in the kitchen, and a few boxes for my office that I couldn't unpack because I need FG to help me move the couches (I tried to do it myself but tore a hole in the rug. Oops. sshhh. (It's not a good rug. I'm not feeling too guilty.)) before I put my desk area together. That's this evenings activity. I need my computer up and running so I can pay my bills. I'm also going to be digging through my boxes of costume accessories to find my outfit for tomorrow - the best day of the year people - Halloween! More on that tomorrow.

Anyway, today I am a wee bit tired but I totally love my apartment. As soon as I sound proof it a little more against the 2 and 4 year old downstairs it'll be perfect.

Yaaawn...

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