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serindeCertain parties mis-read the email about the truck. Load-out didn't start til 6. (Well, 6:20 actually, but it was scheduled for 6.) It went pretty swiftly from that point, though of course our stuff was all the way at the back.
Got stuff together, dropped off certain party & stuff, and would have headed home...but pooky wanted me to pick him up from work. Because his laptop was too heavy and he didn't want to take the train. Four hours later I am finally done being pissed off about having to go out of my way through rotten traffic for this.
My dinner was a lump of greasy Muenster and some saltines from the bodega down the block from the truck load-out. Yay.
Shoulder's killing me, but only when I turn my neck. Also yay.
On the way home, I determined that the chocolate I crave is, specifically, a chocolate Zinger.
Got stuff together, dropped off certain party & stuff, and would have headed home...but pooky wanted me to pick him up from work. Because his laptop was too heavy and he didn't want to take the train. Four hours later I am finally done being pissed off about having to go out of my way through rotten traffic for this.
My dinner was a lump of greasy Muenster and some saltines from the bodega down the block from the truck load-out. Yay.
Shoulder's killing me, but only when I turn my neck. Also yay.
On the way home, I determined that the chocolate I crave is, specifically, a chocolate Zinger.
