That’s all Bly owns, I swear. Heavy sh*t. Why doesn’t she have any boxes of helium?
On a happy note, I have a bed again. For the first time in about five years, I am NOT sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Now if only my bed weren’t so very much harder than my waterbed mattress on a concrete floor… And if my room weren’t so white. Not sure I can take all this white, considering the lovely tile floors that unfortunately remind me of some sort of institution. I keep thinking “this is a trick. They found me, and made it look like a house to catch me off guard. If I start freaking out, they’ll show up with the jacket and the Thorazine.”
I’m exhausted, though, so it shouldn’t make a difference. By the time I’m not falling into the bed completely wiped out–I should be used to it. Not to mention Thorazine would probably be a good thing at this point. Moving sux. I think I mentioned that.