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
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!