1. I did pretty much ALL of my packing today. Sproinged out of bed at 6 AM, and went to it. I knew that would happen. Worked out okay, though. But, man, I’m exhausted. I had a final dinner with my friends last night, and we had many margaritas. And maybe I cried a little.

2. Syllable I’m most likely to utter while shoving all of my life into boxes: “Eep!”

I was moving my mattress against the wall, and, as I’m wont to do, stumbled. I heard myself say “Eep!” and collapsed into giggles, while still trying to hoist the damn mattress over the rest of my shit, shit, shit. Then I spent five minutes trying to lift the mattress while I was sitting on it, which confused me until I realized what I was doing, and then I collapsed into giggles again. And oh, Christ, I should’ve just stayed on the mattress and slept for a little bit. BUT, NO TIME!

3. Syllable I’m next-most likely to utter while shoving all of my life into boxes: “FUCK! Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Fuck. FUCK. Fuuuuuuuuck.”

I kept having these temper tantrums of overwhelmth, which really felt awesome, because it was better to be angry at that point than scared or sad. I’d pace my apartment with odd bursts of energy, stomping my feet and throwing my fists, and saying “Fuuuuuuck,” because I am a godless, graceless ball of thwarted sunshine.

4. Took my final trip on the El, to go pick up the moving truck (which is still illegally parked in the alley, and will be for the next hour, so fuck off). I had to switch from the red to the brown line at Belmont. When the brown line arrived, I got on the train, and almost ran directly into this dick with whom I had The World’s Lamest Summer Fling™ last year. He was standing RIGHT BY THE ENTRANCE, so as soon as the doors opened it was like, BAM! “Woah. I fucked that guy.”

And when you run into someone who once saw you naked, even if that person was a dick, you wanna look fabulous as diamonds and pearls. I DID NOT LOOK LIKE DIAMONDS AND PEARLS. AT BEST, I WAS A JADE NECKLACE FROM QVC.

I had been packing and running around for eight hours, in overalls and a black wifebeater with skulls and crossbones on it. And, have I mentioned that stress and lack of sleep has made me break out like some decaying junky? Oh, yeah. I looked like I had been spanked by shit.

I don’t think he saw/recognized me, though. I’m short, he’s tall, so I was able to avert my eyes and duck around to a find a seat at the other end of the train. Besides, I’m a redhead now, and that dick didn’t date no redhead.

Damn, I wish I had said something. He was a DICK. I should’ve said hello, just to see the how he handled it. He was all dapper in his work suit, and I must say he looked really good. I should’ve just tapped him on the shoulder, all shitty-looking, like, “Hey Wall Street. I single-handedly brought down your market value.”

By the way, people who stand by the doors of the subway when there is plenty of room in the train car, ARE ALL DICKS. Catagorically.

I wanted this packupandmove to fly by without incident, then I saw this guy, and all my flares went up. Augur! Incident! Holy Jesus, incident!

No, everything’s fine. Picked up the truck, and the mechanic was a really hot guy who seemed to have an appreciation for scungy, redhaired, overalled girls with zits.

I still wish I had said something embarrassing on the train.

5. Moving all my shit around, I remembered again why girls like to have boyfriends. Boys are big and strong, and good at moving things. The mystery is solved.

I did it fine, and I’m no weakling, but man. I’m short, and not as physically strong as I think I am. In this apartment, I had to call maintenance men to change my lightbulbs, because they were too damned high for me to reach, even when I stood on a chair. There’s a nice sweater on the top shelf of my closet, and I think it’s gonna have to stay there, because I CAN’T FUCKING REACH IT.

Boyfriend? Tall boyfriend who likes to do manly grunt work? Wanted.

6. My friends Tom and Dave helped me load the truck, THANK FUCKING GOD, because if I had to do it alone I would’ve burst out crying. I know this. And I would’ve broken everything I own, because I have the spatial organizational skills of a Clydesdale with blinders. Truck loading? Stuff shifting? I just don’t get it. Why no one has yet invented a shrink ray is totally fucking beyond me.

7. I feel much better than I did. My friends Lynnette and Ted came by for a final goodbye, and we got spicy thai food that cleaned my sinuses wonderfully. Not to mention, I was starving.

8. I just got out of a much-needed shower. And boy, are my glutes tired. Oh, sitting. Sweet, sweet sitting. I'm sure to be sick of it after 30 hours in a moving truck, but right now it feels niiiiiiice.

9. I’ve had déjà vu several times today.

10. Ziggy is being as sweet as buttons.

11. I have to go really soon. I’m picking my uncle up at the airport, and we’re planning to drive through the night. Wish me luck. I’ll let you know when I get to California.

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