Monday, September 1, 2008

Teh Move, Teh Trauma

I moved. A thousand miles, 2 days, 1 car, 2 kitty sedatives, and 1 trailer unloading later, we are here. Other than the fact that my bed won't fit through the downstairs doorway, meaning we have to sleep on the futon, everything's going about like I thought. Fortunately we're not planning to stay here long.

...I hate when things are disorganized. Bah.
I need a drink.
That is all.