Tonight:
1 glass of wine = I love wine!
2 glasses of wine = I want to fall in love!
3 glasses of wine = I love everyone!
4 glasses of wine = I love my bed!
5 glasses of wine = Where's my bed?
6 glasses of wine = I love my bed and the person in it... Wait who is that? Is this my bed?
7 glasses of wine = I don't care, it's my bed now.
8 glasses of wine = I love my bed, but why does it need to spin?
Tomorrow:
1 glass of wine = I love wine!
2 glasses of wine = I want to drink wine again soon!
3 glasses of wine = I love a good night out!
4 glasses of wine = I love my bed -- I think I'll stay in it for awhile longer.
5 glasses of wine = Where's my aspirin?
6 glasses of wine = This is not my bed! And who the hell are you???
7 glasses of wine = I don't care, I'm staying in this bed. Forever.
8 glasses of wine = I hate my bed. And why is it still spinning?
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Not the best way to start the day
As I moved into my friend's apartment yesterday, I noticed a sign by the elevator. According to this little sign, the water in the building would be turned off today between the hours of 9 AM and 1 PM. The pipes needed fixing or something. Annoying, yes, but understandable. I made plans to get up by 8:30 in order to squeeze in a shower while I could.
They shut the water off at 8:35.
I was in the shower. Covered with soap. Shampoo in my hair. Had to rinse with 2 partially-filled 1/2 liter bottle of water and some melted ice cubes.
Now my skin itches.
This does not seem like the best start to my new residence.
They shut the water off at 8:35.
I was in the shower. Covered with soap. Shampoo in my hair. Had to rinse with 2 partially-filled 1/2 liter bottle of water and some melted ice cubes.
Now my skin itches.
This does not seem like the best start to my new residence.
Monday, June 1, 2009
We should all stay put. Forever.
The move was about as good as can be expected. Which is not to say that it didn't suck. It did. It just didn't suck as much as it could have.
My day began at 7 AM, when my phone rang. My phone is not supposed to ring at 7 AM. Ever. 7 AM is sleeping time. Not phone call time. Anyway, the evil 7 AM wake-up call was from the moving company. The way-too-chipper voice on the line informed me that they'd had a cancellation and would now be arriving at some point between 8:30 and 9. Instead of between 10 and 2.
Needless to say, I bounded (actually, staggered) out of bed. After blocking my roommate's attempts to get in the shower before me (she was only starting a new job today -- so not important!), I frantically ran around the apartment packing up the last few things. I didn't actually manage to tape the boxes shut before the movers arrived. But I had a lot of other boxes to keep them occupied, so it was OK.
Then they moved stuff. And I kind of sat around awkwardly and watched. It's amazing how fast an apartment can be emptied when three men are doing the work.
After about 45 minutes, the head mover guy told me they were done and that I should meet them at the storage place. As I had thought that my moving price included a ride to the storage facility, the apparent need to get a cab was a little annoying, but whatever.
I got a cab. I arrived at the address. I spent about 5 minutes looking for the storage facility all over the place before I realized it was the big building with no signs. And I mean NO signs. Not even at the desk inside. I only realized it was the right place when I saw a box with the company logo on the desk.
The storage rental went as swimmingly as such things go. And the movers actually arrived, thereby denying my paranoid fantasies about everything I own disappearing, never to be seen again. And it all fit in the storage unit! Granted, if I ever try to take anything out of the storage unit, it'll be kind of like the end of a Jenga game.
I then walked back to my soon-to-be-former apartment. It was two miles, but I figured a) it was a nice day, b) I had some time, and c) there are NO cabs in East Harlem anyway.
Back at the apartment, I had to move my summer stuff over to my friend's place and then sweep out the mounds (literally, mounds) of dust that had accumulated under my furniture. Before I could do this, however, the new tenant's mother showed up. Because who can move in to a new home without mommy's help? Or something.
The upside of this arrival was that I didn't have to clean, as mommy dearest came prepared to wage war on all vermin that might harm her precious young one. So I spent my time hauling far too much stuff to the next building and my temporary home. I need all this crap why exactly???
Then it was done. And only after 7 hours! But at least I am moved.
For now.
My day began at 7 AM, when my phone rang. My phone is not supposed to ring at 7 AM. Ever. 7 AM is sleeping time. Not phone call time. Anyway, the evil 7 AM wake-up call was from the moving company. The way-too-chipper voice on the line informed me that they'd had a cancellation and would now be arriving at some point between 8:30 and 9. Instead of between 10 and 2.
Needless to say, I bounded (actually, staggered) out of bed. After blocking my roommate's attempts to get in the shower before me (she was only starting a new job today -- so not important!), I frantically ran around the apartment packing up the last few things. I didn't actually manage to tape the boxes shut before the movers arrived. But I had a lot of other boxes to keep them occupied, so it was OK.
Then they moved stuff. And I kind of sat around awkwardly and watched. It's amazing how fast an apartment can be emptied when three men are doing the work.
After about 45 minutes, the head mover guy told me they were done and that I should meet them at the storage place. As I had thought that my moving price included a ride to the storage facility, the apparent need to get a cab was a little annoying, but whatever.
I got a cab. I arrived at the address. I spent about 5 minutes looking for the storage facility all over the place before I realized it was the big building with no signs. And I mean NO signs. Not even at the desk inside. I only realized it was the right place when I saw a box with the company logo on the desk.
The storage rental went as swimmingly as such things go. And the movers actually arrived, thereby denying my paranoid fantasies about everything I own disappearing, never to be seen again. And it all fit in the storage unit! Granted, if I ever try to take anything out of the storage unit, it'll be kind of like the end of a Jenga game.
I then walked back to my soon-to-be-former apartment. It was two miles, but I figured a) it was a nice day, b) I had some time, and c) there are NO cabs in East Harlem anyway.
Back at the apartment, I had to move my summer stuff over to my friend's place and then sweep out the mounds (literally, mounds) of dust that had accumulated under my furniture. Before I could do this, however, the new tenant's mother showed up. Because who can move in to a new home without mommy's help? Or something.
The upside of this arrival was that I didn't have to clean, as mommy dearest came prepared to wage war on all vermin that might harm her precious young one. So I spent my time hauling far too much stuff to the next building and my temporary home. I need all this crap why exactly???
Then it was done. And only after 7 hours! But at least I am moved.
For now.
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