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Idiot Control Now
bees on pie, burning rubber tires
one down, a billion to go
All right, first hurdle cleared: we had our garage sale this weekend. Made $280. That's right---not only did people willingly haul away our crap, they paid us for the privilege. WINNING!

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I was especially glad to see that stationary bike go. Ugh, of the devil it was. And someone bought all D's old PC games, and someone else bought all my old Animerica and Newtype magazines. Those bitches were heavy.

We spent Sunday going through what was left in a lightning-round version of Keep Trash Donate, which isn't nearly as much fun as Kill Shag Marry.

So good and bad going on. We've been stressed and snappy with each other, partly moving stress, partly not sleeping well (I was on the couch two nights last week with my insomnia--even a otc sleeping pill didn't help), partly PMS. But whatever, we're dealing.

Yesterday our agent came over and had us fill out the preliminary listing paperwork, plus someone was over to bid the painting job, and someone else for the carpeting. Ugh, lots of money to lay out, but whatever it takes to get it sold, right?

Next week to Florida to look at apartments.

D's like, "I'm never going to get another chapter of your story, am I?" Dude, I do not have the mental energy to write right now. It was about half-finished when you threw this whole "Hey, let's move to Florida" thing in my lap, and that's what I'm focused on.

Current Mood: busy busy
Current Music: gilmore girls on tv

2 pathetic excuses or justify your existence
cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: February 5th, 2015 06:23 am (UTC) (Link)
Animerica and Newtype! You read those too? The pinups were wonderful.

You should write a drabble of one of your couples getting ready to move.
mellowcandle From: mellowcandle Date: February 6th, 2015 04:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
I sometimes read them. Had no idea I had so many until I pulled them all out.

I'm not writing ANYTHING. I cannot do that right now.
2 pathetic excuses or justify your existence