Grr. Argh.
Two more days to go. And then Saturday, I'm sleeping. The whole bloody day if need be. And I'm definitely not lifting anything heavier than a mug of tea.
The Great Moving continues apace. Unpacking s'more today, broken up by learning to use the phones. Which would be good, since I need to ring the travel agent.
*yawns* Gah, I hate haivng bad dreams. Night before last it was nukes being dropped on Toronto by Magneto (yeah, sound stupid, but it woke me up with a start), and last night I drank a half bottle of Pine-O-Cleen and spent the rest of the dream trying to throw up so I wouldn't die. Stupid subconscious - it's trying to tell me something, but I'm not sure I want to know.
Later all. Have a good one.
