Three and a half hours...

[mousme]

The night is almost over. I can survive three and a half hours. Absolutely.

I have a looooong week ahead of me.

I have been having paranoid thoughts about this all week, too. Like, what if I'm severely underestimating the time it'll take me to pack my stuff? What if something goes horribly wrong?

It doesn't help that so far I have exactly two people who have volunteered to help me move. I don't have much stuff, and realistically I can move 90% of it myself, but there are about three pieces of furniture that I can't move on my own.

Anyway, today will be spent doing a LOT of packing. That will give me an idea for the next four days of how screwed or not screwed I am. On the plus side, no one is moving into my current place right away, which means I can always make multiple trips up and down the stairs over the course of a few days if needs be.

Back to the grindstone.

Comments

[dizietsma.livejournal.com]

You're moving downstairs. The solution practically presents itself.

</silly>

[mousme.livejournal.com]

*sticks out tongue*

[luvenditti.livejournal.com]

exactly ... so what time are you coming to help?

[miseri.livejournal.com]

Hm, realised I was more than a bit vague in my response. I'll be there.

[aislingtheach.livejournal.com]

Je vais être présente à ton déménagement. Si je peux te donner un coup de main pour les gros morceaux, je vais être heureuse.

/flexe les mumuscles