Little Bill

Exhaustion. Completely set in. I’ve just now finished my monthlong move from one apartment to another. See, I gave myself a month buffer to move to my new apartment. It’s a terrible idea, and I’ll tell you why:

First off, there’s no sense of urgency. Moving with a tight deadline is a tough thing and you might think that having the freedom to take your time would be only a benefit, right? Nope. Instead, what you could do today you can put off for another day. Granted, I did the majority of my stuff on the first day I was able. But the stragglers (a box here, some cleaning supplies there, forgot those shoes, crap. Etc.) kept rearing their ugly faces only to remind me how much work I had left to complete before I was Moved Out.

And let’s not talk about the twenty-foot crimson wall I had to paint back to white. Two coats of primer and three coats of white.

Anyway tonight I finished, sorta. All that’s left is my bicycle, a broom, a mop, a bukkit and… I think that’s it. A dustpan. I’m not sure I can ride my bike effectively while grabbing all that stuff. Soooo… two more trips. Yikes.

I guess I’m not done yet. My glass of scotch as a reward may be a bit premature. Alas.