Let us go then, you and I (man, I have Prufrock on the head today)

So my stuff's just about packed up now--most of my possessions stacked in the kitchen, bed stripped, garbage bag taped over my bookshelf--and I will shortly be going off to be sort of kind of homeless only not really for the next ten-ish days, by which I mean it appears that I will be spending much QT in The Boy's bed and consuming massive amounts of the Best Margaritas Ever in Haley's apartment with the Penis Bandits. So, um, darn that waterproofing? Haven't discovered a downside yet, though the dust I've been kicking up all night is making breathing an interesting challenge indeed.

Also, I threw out SO MUCH CRAP. It's kind of amazing.

Anyway, tomorrow I work for what I suspect will be very few hours (everyone's gone, there's nothing for me to do, no one cares whether I show up or not, and hey, it's Friday...), after which point my internet access will be spotty until I go back to work on Monday and once again get paid for reloading LJ all day.

Oh, gee darn my life is difficult. Boy. Sucks to be me.

Woooooooo!