Hey hey. I am spending the first night in my new place–the floors are all creaky and I have no doubt that in this new world, it is I who is the Noisy Upstairs Neighbor. Well, you know what they say about what goes around.
Anyway, if you are reading this it means my attempts to post it via someone’s weak, unsecured wireless signal were successful. Whoever it is has DSL and the signal comes and goes, so it is both slow and unreliable. Best of both worlds, really. I suppose this means I will have to continue paying the cable company after all. (I had been considering cutting off my service.) Damn you, Cable Company, and your addictive ways. Damn youuuuu.
Moving, incidentally, blows. There’s no quicker way to get covered with bruises, blisters, and cuts (if, of course, by “quick” I mean “slow,” “drawn out,” or “endless”), and you always, always wake up the next day singing that classic tune, “Oh, my spine, my aching spine!” It’s a tale as old as time. Both Chris and I coincidentally moved out of the same complex today. Now we are no longer neighbors. (Sad.) But we did both have the help of the awesome W. and M., who rule. Let me just say that here, for the whole internet to hear: W. and M., you rule. No one carries futons better than you.
Lord, this is boring. I’d better get to bed before I start blogging about knitting or something.