So, the overpaid
oafs who swore that I'd get twenty-four hours notice before they came to
mishandle and mangle my
cherrywood furniture and my
fragile china gave me three hours notice instead. The original move was
scheduled for
Friday and they're coming
Wednesday, leaving me without a
computer for nearly a week and in a
frantic whirlwind of activity trying to make sure everything important is packed before they get here.
I am not in a good mood. This is one of those days where most people are lucky that I can't ignite things into flame with my mind or cause searing agony with but a look.
Ok.. I need to finish jamming my life into cardboard boxes!