Voice Post: Trapped with Entitled Suburban Dogs

so much to say

It is the darkest hour of the night, and it is pouring down rain outside. I feel like it is my own heart breaking. I am on chapter 25 of The Deathly Hallows.

The Deathly Hallows comes to a close

It is now six in the morning. In theory, I go to work in four hours. I wonder if it is even worth going to sleep.

I have been crying for the last hour and a half.

Any real things I want to say will have to come much later. Right now my head hurts too much. I think all I want to do is crawl into bed. At night, Mike will reach out and take my hand in his sleep. It means the world to me.

seriously, panties!

If there was anything to distract me from my headache from the mold/rapid pressure changes, the HP drama, the LJ drama, and the general insanity of work it was the move. We're doing the last minute clean up the closet and computer desk and eight hundred things that need to be done the night before the movers come. I was packing all the clothes piled and scattered on the floor of the walk-in closet, and throwing away a million dryer sheets that snuck from the laundry basket to the closet floor. What do I find but four pairs of the ex-girlfriend's panties! Hahahahah. I had a very good laugh and reminded Mike that proper etiquette demands you get rid of those things within six months of the breakup. It also made me wonder if I've ever left underwear at someone's house in the past! (I did leave a pair of jeans at Rach's place a million years ago, but somehow that is not nearly as funny.) Anyhow, the boxes of clothes are done and all the panties went into the trash bin. In other news I am tired as hell. I can't wait to be moved, though we may not have home internet right away.