Towels are in the dryer and the rest of the laundry is laundering.  When it's back I will be able to count out clothes for the rest of the week and then pack the rest.  HURRAH.  (Migraine + stomach trouble still has me a bit fragile.  Not wild about that, but what is to be done.)

i was so: busy

Ate too much greasy food too fast for dinner, so after the 45-minute stress-and-weather-induced migraine nap (sometimes the only thing I can do is curl up on the couch and put something opaque over my eyes) I felt quite unhappy in my belly.  But now the AC is cranked up to high, I'm wrapped up in jeans two sizes too big and a giant sweatshirt, and I'm going to kick some laundry in and continue packing.

Onward.

i was so: busy

I took out the Discard pile the other day, and this morning I decided I finally had to get rid of the Donate pile and that would make it a lot less discouraging to come into my apartment because it would look much less like the packing was going glacially slowly.  What had stalled me was that I thought I'd have to put the Donate stuff in a box to take it to the Goodwill, and I'd need the box to pack stuff in, so maybe I'd have to unload the box when I got there, which would be a drag --

-- until I thought, hey, what if instead of a box I'm going to need later, I load the stuff into the plastic rolling file boxes I'm going to get rid of anyway?

AWESOME.  Three trips to the car, one carfull to Goodwill, and I got there about four minutes before closing time.  No longer mine:  a bunch of shoes, a bunch of clothes, a bunch of VHS tapes, a VCR, some kind of toy airplane thing, a couple of books, two old cell phones with chargers, and two plastic rolling file boxes and a little pair of desktop drawers.  And when I got back to my apartment and there was no longer a Donate stack by the door?

Yeah.  A lot less discouraging.  More awesome than ever.

i was so: happy

This was not the good kind of surprised.  It was stark horror, and it hasn't really gone away.  It's not that George Lucas is still trying to squeeze money out of us after all these years -- (1) of course he is, and (2) he's also trying to ensnare the next generation, which, judging by wordplay's description of her son's tendency to quiver like a plucked string when this shit is even mentioned, seems to be working.

So okay, there's plenty of More Stuff.  There's novels and comics and video games (of which I swear I thought this was one) and role-playing games and, apparently, animated miniseries (although, "pushing the art of animation forward"?  spare me.), and I have no problem, repeat no problem, with that.  My issue is entirely one of medium.  This is a feature film -- so even by my very conservative standards it's going to be canon.  And it's animated extra-canon nonsense for which they didn't bother with a big advertising push until approx. four weeks out?  That's not how Star Wars ought to roll, is my thing.  I don't know why, but I believe George Lucas when he says the original trilogy was the middle part of a three-part saga, with the prequel trilogy being the first part, and I WANT FILMS SEVEN THROUGH NINE, GODDAMMIT, AND YOU'RE GIVING ME CARTOONS?

That's more or less it.  :-}  I know *Films 7-9 wouldn't probably be very good, but that is really emphatically not the point.

i was so: betrayed

I had a dream last night/this morning about painting the walls in my new place.  I had for some reason decided to paint every wall (including, mysteriously, the windshield of my car) one color on the top two-thirds and another on the bottom one-third, and I was having a hell of a time marking a straight horizontal line where the colors were to meet.  Why it did not occur to me in the dream to paint the lighter color further than its edge and then tape an edge for the darker color, I do not know, but I was like trying to draw with pencil using a straightedge, of which I had few, so I was using whatever came to hand.  Eventually I stopped and said Hang on, how did I mark the boundary last time?

It wasn't until I woke up that I remembered that there was no "last time", that the walls in my current place are each one color.

i was so: awake

WHAT?!

i was so: shocked

Took ellen_fremedon to the Apple Store this afternoon (go pet her; she's had a hard day) and then took AN HOUR AND A HALF TO GET HOME FROM BETHESDA BECAUSE THE TRAFFIC SIGNALS IN FUCKING ROSSLYN WERE OFF-SYNC.  *pant pant pant*  But then I had tasty Chinese food, so that's all right.

Realistically, I must admit that most of my stuff is in boxes now.  The kitchen is, predictably, the last major area to undertake, but apart from that, I really think the rest can go in a box labeled "random shit that didn't go in any other boxes".

... it's just that there kind of seems to be a lot of random shit.  [rubs eyes; goes to bed]

i was so: accomplished?

I have made the truck reservation, and datlowen's A. is a HERO OF THE REVOLUTION for agreeing to come get me at (brace yourselves) 7:45 Saturday morning to pick it up. I promised him I wouldn't have packed the coffee maker, but he does not need to be bribed with coffee and agreed to do it anyway. [genuflects]

Stay tuned for other mood-swingy updates from the packing mines.

+  It's really a startling amount of stuff that is already packed.  I will focus on this when I reflect that crying will not pack additional boxes.

-  There's a mildly alarming amount of stuff in the Discard pile and also in the Donate pile (both of which will grow, I'm sure, before I'm done here).  If only I got them the hell out of here, there'd be more room to put the packed stuff.

+  I could actually get them the hell out of here.

-  I don't know when.


In fact it will all be fine.  But this, the home stretch, is really, really, really the part I hate.

i was so: anxious

I have packed More Stuff.  I'm at a point now where the packing is kind of making me want to cry.  Normally I would therefore curl up and take an overwhelmed and mildly depressed nap for what would turn out to be a couple of hours.  Instead I will hit the shower and then head up to dsudis' going-away party.

But packing sucks.

i was so: anxious

Yesterday I packed most of my shoes and a box of dishes.  Today I've packed half the bathroom cabinet and half my closet.  I think the only thing to do is to keep pushing ahead, because there's nothing that's going to make any of this feel like progress.  I kind of can't stand it.

i was so: frustrated

HERE I GO AGAIN!  MY, MY, HOW COULD I RESIST YOU?

So it turns out that Ms Christine Baranski as Tanya, and ( spoilers ), was enough to make up for almost all the cuts and other changes they made from the stage show.  I was sorry not to get ( spoiler ), though, not because the show really lost anything without it, but because I do so love that song.  Ah, well.


COULDN'T ESCAPE IF I WANTED TO!  WATERLOO, KNOWING MY FATE WAS TO BE WITH YOU!  OOH-WOO-WOO-WOO, WATERLOO, FINALLY FACING MY WATERLOO!

I do kind of love this show, in all its complete top-to-bottom nonsense.  I didn't even really mind Pierce Brosnan's singing, although he was unquestionably the weakest musical link.  ... Well, okay, Stellan Skarsgard (side point:  has he always been that crusty?  didn't he used to be a lot younger? and no, I'm not confusing him with Peter Sarsgaard) may have been worse if he'd had as much singing to do, but he wisely did not.  I'm just saying.

i was so: happy

So my refrigerator door was a little wonky, as I think I've said in this space before.  Un-wedging a bottle of wine from the shelf in the door somehow had the top of the door a little lower than where it ought to have been to catch the little switch and turn off the light; instead it would get caught on the bottom edge of that switch.  I thought of trying to un-bolt the door and re-hang it a little higher, but it didn't seem to be that important, because I could lift it a little as I closed it and everything was fine.  I admit I did spare a thought for the eventual next resident of this apartment, but s/he can learn the trick or call maintenance and it's not really my problem.

But today I took two jars of applesauce out of the bottom shelf near the hinge, and when I let go of the refrigerator door it swung shut and didn't get caught at all.  I guess the door was a little weighted down?  Who knows.

This is an exciting life, I tell you what.

i was so: awake

BATMAN.

JOKER.

COMMISSIONER GORDON.

ALFRED.

LUCIUS WHO?  LUCIUS FOX, THAT'S RIGHT.  :-D

( Let's see, what were my applause lines (spoilers behind the cuts, obv): )

( But I do have this to say: )

i was so: sleepy