Idiot…
I tried to make this an every day thing, I really did. Until I didn’t.
Well, these are supposed to be confessions, so confession – daily things aren’t really my forté (except work – when I have it – when I’m on time and reliable). I can’t even remember to take my allergy medicine on a daily basis. So, I’m back to say I’m trying. Also, I’m moving. So, the stress of that on top of looking for a job, not to mention the fact that my move is on deadline because my parents are coming next week…not the point. Anyway…
I found a place that I LOVE at the 11th Hour last weekend. I signed the lease on Tuesday and got my keys, planning to celebrate that night, then start packing and maybe taking one or two loads over to the new place before really getting into everything on Friday. I’d already enlisted two burly guys to come help me on Saturday with the last load (all my furniture), so I thought I’d be able to take a leisurely pace with it all. I should really stop trusting my best laid plans. I’m so easily distracted.
In the honor of every good celebration (even ones you’re having for yourself), I picked up a bottle of vodka on the way home from the signing of the lease. Like every bad celebration (especially those you have for yourself, alone), I drank the whole bottle. Now, I could argue that said bottle was consumed over 8 hours, but that’s a pretty lame line of reasoning.
I also picked up a blackjack taco, double-decker taco, volcano nachos and a volcano burrito (to munch on over those 8 hours). I hadn’t yet had the burrito, but I had my (soon-to-be-ex) roomie pick me up another blackjack taco and crunchy taco on her way home from work. Those, plus the burrito were consumed before the night was out.
The next day, I was stuck in a full-blown, sick-as-a-dog, top 5 worst hangovers I’ve ever experienced. And that’s saying something (read: I’ve had a lot of hangovers). I felt like I had a really bad case of the flu. I couldn’t keep anything down – not even water. I didn’t pack, and I could hardly move. So much for my super-successful moving Wednesday. When Man vs. Food came on, I nearly started losing the nothing in my stomach, but managed to make it through (because it’s a great show).
I still felt really shaky Thursday, and had to lie down after each 30 mins of physical activity. Mainly because I have a LOT of books. Scads. Hoards! I’m practically a library. And dammit, they are HARD to move. OR to motivate oneself to move. But, by gum, I moved my books into boxes, and packed quite a few other things throughout the day, after a breakfast of chicken noodle soup.
Pop culture trivia is one of my favorite things about Thursdays, so I had to shower and break for that too. I took one meager load over to the new place, but was still pleased with the amount of work I’d accomplished, because most of my stuff was in boxes ready for transport. At trivia, I took a big risk and ordered the spicy boneless buffalo wings, but everything turned out okay.
I felt sore, but otherwise fine when I awoke today. After a hangover like I’d had, that’s the best feeling in the world…well, one of the best. I had to lug all my book boxes downstairs first thing, and broke for lunch when that was accomplished. A Simply Asia Spring Vegetable Rice Noodle bowl. I put in a dash of soy and more than a dash of red pepper flakes, and it was wonderful.
After the first load, I knew I needed to take a break for at least an hour, since I was so physically drained. I treated myself to Jimmy John’s – two Italian Nightclubs (just like the Vito, but with more MEAT(!) and mayo) – for lunch and dinner. I ate and lay down for an hour channel surfing, then packed and took over load #2. When that was complete, I immediately packed the car with #3 because I wanted to get home in time for Ghost Adventures (love that show!!). I was successful!
I doctored both sandwiches with mustard (again, what kind of a self-respecting sub shop doesn’t offer yellow mustard as a condiment?!), cream cheese and was caught by a moment of inspiration that forced me to add Trader Joe’s olive tapenade. It was unbelievably tasty!
Anyway, that is why I haven’t written. I may not write again until next week, when I’ll have access to the Internet again. Bon appétit for now…
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