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dchenesI'm getting too old for this "moving" thing. I am sore and tired and sweaty and it's only 1:30. At least it's Friday, and here I sit in my brand new (temporary) office. I packed a lot of stuff that doesn't belong to me, and I unpacked a lot of different stuff that doesn't belong to me. And all I can say about that is, we have entirely too many boxes of paper clips.
I also packed and unpacked my own stuff, so at least I know where my Advil is. I ought to go hunt up some liquid to take it with. (And I ought to buy more Advil for home, because the current bottle says it expired two years ago.)
My birthday is being celebrated tonight with tapas and tomorrow with swan boats. And possibly with a new watch, since my watch is at least seven years old, has had all its innards replaced once, and has now developed hiccups. The second hand goes ticktick (stop) ticktick (stop) ticktick, etc. I think it has earned its retirement.
I also packed and unpacked my own stuff, so at least I know where my Advil is. I ought to go hunt up some liquid to take it with. (And I ought to buy more Advil for home, because the current bottle says it expired two years ago.)
My birthday is being celebrated tonight with tapas and tomorrow with swan boats. And possibly with a new watch, since my watch is at least seven years old, has had all its innards replaced once, and has now developed hiccups. The second hand goes ticktick (stop) ticktick (stop) ticktick, etc. I think it has earned its retirement.
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Date: 2010-07-09 11:35 pm (UTC)