ReUpdate: The boys got into their apartment’s basement (hey, i don’t ask questions), so i’m off to unload the truck. I’ll talk to y’all again after i shower :p
by krisis
Update: I just got off the phone with the Players House contingent, half of whom i am moving in with. As it turns out, the other half of them are locked out of their new apartment and their stuff is already in the truck, so it isn’t looking too good for my lonely queue of furniture (or for Matt ever being able to squeeze past it to get into the bedroom, as i nearly had to grease up to wedge myself back in to go to sleep (and lets not even touch upon the mess on my bed…). Moving is always an adventure, and i just keep reminding myself of that every time my heart gets a little fluttery thinking about all of the stuff i have to move., and i just have to keep focusing on the fact that i think we’ll have Living in Clip in triplicate. Ani will make it all better….
So, i won round one of the apartment war, but just barely. Basically, it got to the point where i needed to walk the larger object to the door and all of the smaller objects were in front of the door. I don’t have an exact recollection of what happened, but it was something like “Hulk not like clutter! Hulk smash!,” and the next thing i knew i had lifted my bureau clear over my head and was wading through a pile of sheet music (which is omnipresent wherever i live) & neck ties (not all packed, as it turns out) out towards the living room. Don’t ask me how i lifted it over my head (i took the drawers out, but it was still plenty heavy, not to mention unweildly), or how i fit it through my tiny hallway (which also was inhabited by a coffee table and a floor lamp at the time), or how it wound up in line for escape right between my battered black desk and my couch. All it know is, there is a line of furniture as deep as my apartment all queued up and ready to roll.
(Meanwhile, i don’t even want to contemplate the couch… all i remember is that it took grown two men (who weighed nearly four times as much as i did at the time) half an hour to get it up three flights of stairs. I have the vague recollection that it involved a lot of spacial geometry and machismo, neither of which i seem to be in possession of today (“Hulk Smash” interlude excluded, of course). And, it’s a damned ugly couch, too.)
Right about now you’re thinking something along the lines of “Wow, dude is so pathetic that he’s worried about being offline for four days. On a holiday weekend. I wonder if he could buy a life somewhere.” Either that, or “Wow, dude is so pathetic that he’ll do anything to get out of packing. Doesn’t he realize that it all has to get done eventually no matter what order he does it in?”
Your mileage will vary; feel free to indicate by how much ;)
For two hours i waged a focused assault against my possessions, sorting, boxing, and tossing aside. As a result, all of the things i need to get onto the truck have been freed up (even if there’s no clear path from any of them to the door) save for one: my desk.
Historically my computer is the last thing to be unplugged and the first thing to be set up (enabling me to narrate my way through any ordeal), but this is the first time the desk will have gone out significantly ahead of the stuff that it holds and i can’t possibly wait until tomorrow to disassemble this mess of wires because i suspect my new roommates might kill me if i keep them waiting so i can fire off one last blog (just wait until i start asking them about DSL).
So, here we’ve got a showdown … messy apartment with no place for a computer to live comfortably for another 36hours versus my intense internet addiction and the fact that i won’t have a connection from 1:15pm on Friday until 8am on Tuesday. Yes, that’s as long as i was offline while in Florida. No, i’m not quite sure what i’m going to do with myself either. Yes, i could go outside to do something other than shop for cds. Maybe i’ll… um, … climb a tree? Jesus, i have no idea…