So. Tired.

Packed all weekend, with a short break on Saturday night to buy new living room furniture. It’ll be delivered next Sunday, meaning we move in FOUR MORE SLEEPS.

I woke up this morning and immediately thought “this is the last Monday I’ll wake up in the Ghetto of North Vancouver”. This’ll go on all week – tonight will be the last Monday night in the Ghetto of North Vancouver, the last 6 litres of Diet Coke consumed in the Ghetto of North Vancouver, the last blow job given in exchange for a clean toilet in the Ghetto of North Vancouver, and so on. When you’re easily amused, everything becomes a milestone.

We got a lot of work done this weekend by ignoring the outside world. I wanted to go to a few craft shows and get out of the house a little, but that didn’t happen. I suppose it’s all for the best – less for me to do between now and Thursday – but I miss the outside. I’m looking forward to Fun Things starting up again soon.

Finding my grandparents over the weekend made me all sentimental – I emailed my halflings and niece for the first time in 5 years to say hello and ask if they want copies of dad’s stories. I’m still amazed by the discovery that I have roots, though. What a random thing to stumble upon. I wonder if I could track down my grandmother’s family? This is not a good time to suddenly become interested in genealogy – I still have a lot of packing to do:

• The fridge/freezer (the rest of the kitchen is done; we’re down to one plate/cup each and random plastic forks)
• My side of the bedroom (everything is in small boxes that need to be packed in large boxes)
• My unmentionables
• Random shit in the spare room

T minus four days. I can do this!