Blogging in the Bathroom

...this moving stuff is some bullshit...literally...shit. I have no where to sit while the movers get my stuff ready to load onto the truck so I am sitting here in the bathroom on the toilet...elbows on knees and watching. I feel silly as I try to manuver my laptop so it doesn't fall on this marble floor. I almost sat on the floor but then remembered that I haven't cleaned yet. I was going to wait until after the movers had left then clean the entire place.

Damn awkward.

I was given an estimate ...I ran with it. Seems they forgot to mention all the other little shit...so what was a basic thirteen hunnit...has gone up a few hundred. Obviously, these folks don't know I am broke. Obviously.


FYI...I have been up 27 hours straight as of this minute, riiight.....now. My feet hurt and my shoulders are killing me from packing and moving stuff...and my contacts are burning.
Yeah, this moving is some booshit.


But after 530...I can relax.


I am ready to be in my new place. Although, the unpacking will have to wait until the following week. I am moving in the midst or rather at the beginning of ess.ence.festival...so I have friends coming in from California, NYC and Dallas. Hence, the moment I land and unload the truck...then hit the streets running with them.

I hate crowds.

I haven't been drinking as much as I used to so... drunken days and nights in the French Quarter aren't a selling point. Not to say I don't like the FQ...I do...lots but not when there is a crowd. A Tuesday or Wednesday night when it's just half crowded...lol


I had a funny story to tell you last night but...I was too busy packing to write it down and now....zilch.