get moved in

even though there is a lot of unpacking to do in the next few weeks and months. But I am completely out of my old apartment, and that is the main thing for now.

act like a good liberal and throw money at the problem. As in, I’m going to tell my landlord that I can’t get out until Tuesday and just pay him for it.

which is never really what I need, of course, but it is bad timing, nonetheless.

So I didn’t teach today. That makes me nervous because I’m never sure if I can get caught up or not. I think I’ll be ok. I did deal with other school stuff, like incompletes and classes for next semester.

And I tried to make myself do more moving stuff, but slowly. I haven’t been over to the house, but I hope to have a load in the van by the end of the day, and perhaps even make arrangements with a mover for the stuff I can’t move.

I still have to write this paper. Oh God, how do things like this happen? Perhaps some sort of list is in order? There are so many things, though, I’m really not sure where to start. I’ll just continue to do whatever strikes me for now and try not to wear myself out.

and it is just me and a windstar. I loaded up the third load of the day and really petered out. But I can’t afford to lose much steam because there is just so much that has to get done this week. I’m getting stressed, as evidenced by my renewed thinking about junk food. I ate too much today, but at least none of it was junk.

and I think that all of my books (traditionally understood) will be packed. Then it is on to the magazines and music (shitloads of that).