penultimate-minute decisions

[juldea]

The computer is staying on, tonight. I will disassemble it in the morning.

I have done my best at making my belongings, especially those that are large andor heavy, ready to be removed from my property by londo et al. I am freaking out, certain that they will be amazed at the sheer amount of STUFF I have, and that this will somehow translate into them refusing to move my stuff, or londo breaking up with me, or both. But perhaps that's just the stress talking.

I wish I could stay home from work tomorrow, but there's this big departmental meeting that's been muttered about for a while now, and I don't think any amount of me puking into the phone would convince them that I really was sick and not just skipping the meeting. :P

*STRESS OUT*

Okay, I must sleep. The meeting, incidentally, has been scheduled for half an hour earlier than I usually am scheduled to work. *hair tearing*

Repeat to self: I've done what I can, and it will do... I've done what I can, and it will do... I've done what I can, and it will do... I've done what I can, and it will do...

Comments

[mr-teem.livejournal.com]

Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster.
Fennyman: So what do we do?
Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well.
Fennyman: How?
Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.

Good luck with your move! As a veteran of many moves (with ever increasing amounts of stuff) I can relate to the stress. Just be sure to clearly label the boxes as "wet sand", "lead" and the ever-important "fragile rocks". That's what I do, anyway.

[juldea.livejournal.com]

*giggle* That, I wish I had thought of. Good show.

[alexx-kay.livejournal.com]

I love that quote.

I should note, however, that the last person who asked me to help move half a dozen crates of "pretty rocks" has officially used up his Moving Karma.