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choose your own damn title

This morning, after spending all day and night yesterday moving thriteen bookshelves and all day on Friday moving umpteen million boxes of books, my body finally decided that enough was enough and, as I was starting to unpack the aforementioned books, it simply began to shut down on me. It was an annoying and disconcerting sensation and one with which I couldn't argue. I think my metabolism mutineed and hit the big red button marked "Stop now, you idiot!" And so I spent most of the afternoon napping on the new bedroom floor, slightly delirious (that dreaming but awake thing I often get when extremely exhuasted), drinking Gatorade (because, of course, I was also dehydrated), and wishing I had the energy to get up off my ass and do one of the hundred things that needed doing.

I'm told I can have Thai food for supper, which will hopefully help speed my restoration.

Silly body. Stupid flesh and blood. If I had the shiny new android body I keep not getting for Xmas, I could have just popped in a new fuel cell and kept right on going.

Anyway, I'm mostly making this entry to thank mistressmousey for at long last reuniting me with Jeanne-Pierre, the Existentialist snail. As we speak, he's sitting here on my desk pondering Kant. As soon as the move is over (the actual movers don't come until Saturday) and I am once again in full command of this traitorous meatsack, I shall post a few photos of the two of us together (as per his request). Thank you, Squeaks.

Okay, I'm going to lie down again...


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Nov. 21st, 2004 09:44 pm (UTC)
*sends reiki*
Nov. 21st, 2004 11:01 pm (UTC)
Suggestion- get some ThermaCare wraps for your back. My wife is using them for her injured back, and she can keep them on while she sleeps (can't do that with a heating pad!). They work wonderfully. You can get them at most drugstores. You don't even need a microwave, in case you haven't packed/unpacked that.
Nov. 21st, 2004 11:23 pm (UTC)
My condolences on moving hell. Honestly I think I'd rather undergo dental surgery than move. At least then all I have to do is lie there while someone inflicts agony on me, rather than needing to inflict it on myself.

And, I forget if this has come up in some other context, but this entry's (lack of) title makes me wonder what a CRK "choose your own damn adventure" book would be like.
Nov. 22nd, 2004 02:26 am (UTC)
"but this entry's (lack of) title makes me wonder what a CRK "choose your own damn adventure" book would be like."

That would fucking rule!

Hope the sleep/naps help you recover from the move. Moving is one of life's great tortures.
Nov. 22nd, 2004 03:22 pm (UTC)
but this entry's (lack of) title makes me wonder what a CRK "choose your own damn adventure" book would be like.

That's a very cool idea. I'll talk to subpres about it. Except, instead of "what do you do next" options, I think it would offer "what would you have done differently" options. Hmmmmmm.

Nov. 22nd, 2004 12:20 am (UTC)
Hold a burn
Ouch! My long held theory is that it is cheaper, easier, faster, and less painful to just pile everything on the lawn and burn it, and then replace it when you get to the new place, rather than trying to move it.

However, I'm a pack rat, and I love my things too much to burn them, which is why I continue to drag them to place after place.

I hope the Thai food restores you well!
Nov. 22nd, 2004 04:50 am (UTC)
For amusement's sake
I've been playing Morrowind for the better part of this evening and it apparently was too much for my fragile x-box's mind (after forcing it to play House of 1,000 Corpses earlier today). While wandering around on one of the many quests I decided to pass through Balmora. This became much more literal when I arrived to find much of Balmora was missing. There were several doors floating around, but the perimeter of the city was gone, as were several of the buildings. I thought you'd be pleased to know that the Pillow Lady's home had been completely obliterated by the glitch.

To add to the situation, all but one bridge was gone, but the people of Balmora didn't seem to notice their absence and kept trying to walk over them and falling into the river, apparently trying to re-create the Don't Dream It, Be It scene in Rocky Horror Picture Show as they flailed around trying to get out.

The absence of the Pillow Lady's home led me to think of you, and while it did return with the rest of Balmora, all but one guard and the majority of the citizens are still stuck in the river, seemingly for the rest of the game.

I hope you feel better soon and the chaos of the move dies down quickly so you can get your writing spot put together.

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