All I'm saying that is that I wish I could have fast-forwarded a little bit of the process of turning this:
into this:
And that I could have skipped right over all of this:
You know, the whole "fit your bedroom into 7 cardboard boxes" thing. There's a reason that game hasn't come out on the Xbox yet... it sucks.
It's been a long week of flying, hotel-ing, apartment hunting, packing, "moving checklist" cross-ing off-ing. I could write a novel about the whole ordeal if I wanted (or at least a pop-up picture book). But I'm not, because I have a date tonight. In an ideal world, it'd look something like this:
But this is not an ideal world, so tonight I have a little date with:
followed by a private showing of the back of my eyelids.
Which is no Derrick by any means, but as far as dates go, it's about as much as I want right now: requires no putting on of the pants or bra, no fighting over the bill, and I'm sure ol' Jodi will call in the morning.
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