Thessalian - 1; Flatmaggedon - 0

First of all ... way to go, New York!

*ahem*

This is my break time between various bits of Flatmageddon. It is good that I have a break, because I am having a hard time feeling my arms and both my ankles are made of dull, achy pain. It's been a long, long morning.

It started with me waking up at ten to seven in the frigging morning. Without even the alarm being set. I don't even know. Anyway, at around 10am, a charming fellow turned up with my bookshelf. Huzzah! I then spent nearly an hour and a half putting the thing together and let me tell you, Argos furniture is not as easy to put together as Ikea furniture. Thankfully, I have screwdrivers. I don't have a hammer so I can't exactly put the back on ... yet. Still, it'll do for the time being and now I have a bookshelf that doesn't lean precariously! Yay! And it's the perfect fit for where I had in mind and I can even reach the bathroom light switch! Awesome!

Anyway, so by then it was about 11:30, my arms were kind of numb and I thought I'd best look up directions to the post office. Which was about when I noticed that I'd got the opening hours for the post office bass-ackwards; it's weekdays that it's open from 8am-1pm and Saturdays that it's only open 'til midday. And it's a twenty-minute walk. So I threw on the first pair of shoes I could step into and fled. Which is why my calves hurt; clogs + power-walking = BAD IDEA. Nevertheless, I got to the post office before it closed and now I have the first batch of essential oils yay! I also noticed as I fled the house that there was a brown envelope in my mailbox, which I assumed (correctly) contained BPAL. So on the whole, it's been a good day for Things Arriving At My Door. And I actually still have a bottle of jojoba oil and that means that the perfume creation can start more or less whenever! WOO! I'm a little lacking in pipettes and bottles but I'll think of something. I always do.

I've just scoffed down lunch and am more or less going to crash for a little while before my man-with-van stuff gets here. I have the cash to pay the man, so that's okay, and I'll worry about unpacking everything later. I should probably have a bit more of a tidy-up so there aren't bags and boxes and bubble wrap all over the place but ... not now. Not yet. Maybe when things hurt a little less. I mean, seriously. OW.

...Maybe there could be a nap. That'd be nice.

Survivor Type

Okay, so I lied, but this looks interesting - a survival quiz courtesy twistedchick via ilyena_sylph. Let's see.

( Survival! )

So ... yeah, I suppose I'd be good to have around in the event of an apocalypse turning up?

Thessalian - 2; Flatmageddon - 1

So the van-man arrived, with all the stuff, and lugged it up the stairs for me. Some of it is going to have a more or less immediate trip to the bin and other bits are going to charity but the rest of it I actually found homes for. My window sill is still stacked with books, but given that at least two of the boxes were full of nothing but books and that I emptied the books out of the wire chest of drawers to make room for clothes, I think that's actually pretty impressive. Speaking of the clothes, I forgot I owned some of these things. Swimsuit yay! And I must remember to get the zipper fixed on my DoomBoots. Still, just about everything has a home now and this is generally good.

Of course, there are still boxes. And a ginormous suitcase (which I should probably return, though that's going to be a bitch to arrange). The boxes can go just as soon as all the charity-bound stuff ends up at the relevant charity places and the rest of it goes to the bin, but that means there's a night of boxes all over the floor. I mean all of my floor. It's kind of a slalom to get anywhere at the moment. At least the bed's free of stuff so I've got somewhere to sleep tonight. Still, tomorrow's going to be a lot of work getting the rest of my space cleared. So much for a weekend that even slightly involves mad scientist perfumery.

Well, never mind; at least things are mostly sorted and probably going to be completely sorted by tomorrow. I say 'probably' because I am desperately hoping to sleep in tomorrow. I do not in any way feel like I got enough sleep last night, and I am owed at least one day this week where I get to stay in bed 'til midday. Sooooooooo tired.