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My brain is a thousand places. Since I don’t really embrace change all that well, I’ve opted for the rip-the-bandaid-off-quickly method of changing residences. As in I scheduled my move for next Monday, while I’m gone for four out of the next seven days. No time to think! Just pack! And look for boxes.

The last week has been a blur of sorts, I knew the move was coming, so I’ve started packing and even delivering things to my new residence. But then this weekend there was that fabulous Hawkeye football game, Jerry & Sara came home to Iowa City for good (for now), and Min got baptized and confirmed over in Colfax. And much less packing than I had hoped actually took place. C’est la vie.

And yet, my tv keeps airing new shows and the theaters keep getting new movies. People, I don’t have the time!! Back off! My backlog of videotaped shows just grows for now. I’m storing up for winter. I am a media squirrel.

I’m ready to get out of work and go run errands and pack and just generally not be here doing nothing. Half the company will be gone tomorrow.

1. Whoever keeps calling my cellphone from an unlisted number looking for some person named “Raven.” No she doesn’t live here. Its my cellphone, it lives nowhere.
2. My co-worker who’s daily impression of a 1950’s typing pool makes me want to march over and take a hammer to his fingers. You’re a graphic designer for goodness sake, how can you possibly need to use the keyboard that much?? Oh wait, I forgot, I constantly see you writing War and Peace long messages using Hotmail. *shudder*
3. My current horrifying neighbors who’s loud music woke me out of a dead sleep at 2:30am this morning. I can’t stomp on the floor to try to shut them up any longer because I’ve tweaked a muscle in my right knee from the repeated stompings of the past. So this morning I marched downstairs and I kicked their door until my foot hurt, then I screamed, and then when none of that helped, I went into the supply closet, got out the snow shovel and banged on the door with that. They still never responded or answered. I half figured they’d overdosed or something. I spent the next 15 minutes trying to find the non-911 number for the police dept and just as I was ready to dial, they turned it off. These people suck. I can’t wait to move. But I can’t figure out HOW I’m going to move exactly since I don’t have enough friends to move my furniture and I can’t afford $100/hour for movers. *sigh*

That’s it. I feel better. Now I need to get to work. But I still want to break his fingers…