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…
off-topics
Time has scrunched up and distorted itself again, and just like a rearview mirror some objects are much closer than they appear. One object that is much closer than it appears is the moving truck into which i will be loading three couches, two tables, a desk, and a bureau around this time tomorrow. In my brain the truck is still so far away that i have room to maneuver, or to brake quickly, when i reality it is on top of me so much that i hardly have space to breathe.
So, time has everything that’s tailgating me held off for the time being (at least to my perception), and i am left suspended in cruise control. Work, Friends, Sleep, Work, Rehearse, Sleep,… capitol lettered events leading me from one day to the next without a question. My bed has had a giant green Rubbermaid bin at the bottom of it for an entire week, and now fully half of its width is taken up with clothes and books i am sorting through, which leaves me a significantly less-than-human-size space in which to curl up at night. But, i don’t protest, because moving the bin or finishing my sort are things i haven’t scheduled any time for. And, so, i will arrive home tonight at 8pm (after another rotation of Work / Rehearsal) and i will leave for work half a day later and in the between bits my apartment will transform itself from scattered to neatly piled, and hopefully my thoughts will follow suit.
Half a day to scrunch the remaining half of my worldly possessions into truck-sized bundles while managing to leave out the things i need to live: already packed are all of my belts, brushes, kitchen utensils, and ties vs. inexplicably unpacked snowboots, economics textbooks, and condoms, none of which i’ll be using in the next day. Or in the next semester, for that matter, unless some highly unpredictable/improbable things occur (like snow in October, me inexplicably switching back into the BS program i scratched and clawed to escape, or me having a romantic life that *gasp* includes sex)(see, i told you they were improbable).
Somewhere at the bottom of a sorting pile of snowboots and textbooks (the condoms are segregated) lies an entire box of caffeine pills that i never opened. You do the math.
Also, if you thought the b-day was going to be some sort of wild posting extravaganza, you were mistaken because Blogger decided to have it’s weekly day on non-function today. Are we surprised? But, no hard feelings, as i’ve still got to get all sorts of other things live in the background. And back to work i go.
If you thought the b-day was going to be some sort of wild posting extravaganza, you were mistaken. Feel free to read the first day if you’re looking for tons of content. There’s content nearly every day; birthdays are for special gifts. I’ll have a complete linked list of birthday features up as soon as i’m done my search & remove function on “crush.uprush.org” ;)
Sleepy-time in krisis-land. We’re less than 24-hours to the big anniversary extravaganza. I keep talking about it, but, honestly, nothing amazing’s going to happen. I mean, i’ve already redone the layout for the summer, and did an all day song marathon, and wrote essay-length posts about identity, and appeared in the nude. So, honestly, the few things i’m cobbling together for the celebration are just about all that’s left to do at this point. And, damnit, it’s 4am and i need to be up and in the office by nine thirty, so i’m not taking the time to link to all of those things right now. Especially not the last one. That’s for me to know and for you to unsuspectingly stumble upon ;-)