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thessalianPacking done? Mostly. Nothing's left that I cannot shove in a bag tomorrow morning when packing up the rest of the shit. In fact, most of what's left can't be packed because it's wet clothes or stuff I need in the morning. Whee.
Mess cleared up? Um. Mostly? I think? Well, it's pretty tidy compared to the rest of the house, which admittedly isn't saying much.
I just can't face the rest of the pick-up. I'm too damn depressed. My last day here at casa![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cholten99 and I've spent it entirely on my lonesome. Then again, the whole thing was so sudden that I can't blame cholten99 for having plans. Though I do wish he'd remembered about the gig before promising he'd help with the move -- help with box-lugging would be appreciated, but I know how he is at gigs so probably not. In his own words, he is going to be "the whingeing bloke driving the car" and no more. From what I can tell, plans for tomorrow go something like this:
1) I crawl out of bed unfeasibly early for a Saturday, grab my letter from Enfield Council, and head out to Finchley for the lease signing and key delivery.
2) I come back here with or withoutdodgyhoodoo (who might appreciate further packing time but could be a helpful set of arms when it comes to moving boxen) and load up cholten99's car. By this time, it'll probably be about midday, so I shouldn't feel too bad about waking cholten99.
3) Unload the car at the new flat.
4) Helpdodgyhoodoo load his stuff (or as much of it as will fit) into the car.
5) Repeat steps 3 and 4 until alldodgyhoodoo's boxen have been removed from chez weaselbitch.
6) Unpack.
So I should probably shower and get some sleep. Yeah, like that's going to happen. Currently kind of depressed for no good reason (I hate RID) and keyed up. Sleep may not come easy tonight, and my aromatherapy shit is packed. Bugger.
I'll be offline for the duration (we haven't got the broadband set up yet, and probably won't until next weekend) so talk to y'all when things are a little more sorted.
Mess cleared up? Um. Mostly? I think? Well, it's pretty tidy compared to the rest of the house, which admittedly isn't saying much.
I just can't face the rest of the pick-up. I'm too damn depressed. My last day here at casa
cholten99 and I've spent it entirely on my lonesome. Then again, the whole thing was so sudden that I can't blame cholten99 for having plans. Though I do wish he'd remembered about the gig before promising he'd help with the move -- help with box-lugging would be appreciated, but I know how he is at gigs so probably not. In his own words, he is going to be "the whingeing bloke driving the car" and no more. From what I can tell, plans for tomorrow go something like this:1) I crawl out of bed unfeasibly early for a Saturday, grab my letter from Enfield Council, and head out to Finchley for the lease signing and key delivery.
2) I come back here with or without
dodgyhoodoo (who might appreciate further packing time but could be a helpful set of arms when it comes to moving boxen) and load up cholten99's car. By this time, it'll probably be about midday, so I shouldn't feel too bad about waking cholten99.3) Unload the car at the new flat.
4) Help
dodgyhoodoo load his stuff (or as much of it as will fit) into the car.5) Repeat steps 3 and 4 until all
dodgyhoodoo's boxen have been removed from chez weaselbitch.6) Unpack.
So I should probably shower and get some sleep. Yeah, like that's going to happen. Currently kind of depressed for no good reason (I hate RID) and keyed up. Sleep may not come easy tonight, and my aromatherapy shit is packed. Bugger.
I'll be offline for the duration (we haven't got the broadband set up yet, and probably won't until next weekend) so talk to y'all when things are a little more sorted.