back hurts...gads
Current mood: hyper
Moving downstairs feels like I have moved across town... my back hurts, my ass hurts...I have a new bathroom to clean...Samantha knocked me down half a flight of stairs... But this morning I woke up, bathed in sunlight with the pooch sprawled across the foot of the bed and I was very, very happy. It's amazing what 4 more windows will do for your life. After moving all of my books downstairs, I have decided emphatically to have a yardsale in the spring and sell some... my back just can't take it anymore. It's either that or I am going to die in this house: moldy, decrepit and surrounded by a mound of yellowed paper and deteriorating book covers. Some things I have discovered in the move: only certain people will offer to help (bookstore people as we are insanely burly), IKEA furniture moves very easily and is far simpler to dismantle than to put together,I still love my bed/couch thing even though for a few weeks I was positively dreading moving it downstairs because it was such a bitch getting it up to the 3rd floor...I contemplated hurling it out of the window but Rebecca and I managed to get it down with mimimal issues and now I love it again, I don't apparently own a screwdriver and I am late for work. oh and Rebecca and I discoverd that we rock at team trivia... so if anyone is up for trivia nights at the Common Ground , Monday nights at 8pm, be on our team...