All Moved Out and No Place to Go.

We're at Holly's folks house-the move out was a bit of a marathon, but we survived. My shoulder has been killing me for the last few days, in addition to the standard back trouble, so I did just light work. I feel so lame, but I know I'd feel lamer flat on my back. I feel like total and complete shit. For some reason my digestive system seems to have gotten even more super sensitive in the last year or so-maybe because of quitting smoking and starting to eat again? My joints all hurt too, and I'm exhausted-I feel like such a fucking old lady.

Aside from all that, though, things are cool. I got kickass posters at Newbury Comics, and we have all sorts of plans for the weekend involving making a mirror, painting shit and shopping for a futon. I can't wait to see my folks and my dog and all my shit that I had to leave in Chicago. Moving out demonstrated both how little stuff I have out here, and that about half of it is stuff I accumulated after moving in. The futon frame is in my possession, I'm going to buy a down comforter online, and my parents are bringing me flannel sheets. Life is good.

I will be seeing citricbaba, beth_a_roo, miss_scarlett, wildersmithie, bearsir and queendee so soon! izzybelly is coming to visit me Tuesday evening, so I'll be moving in, then seeing my dean, then getting coffee with her, possibly also buying my books and decorating my room, as well. I can't wait to retrieve my joan jett pictures and coffee maker from the trunk room. I hope my shit didn't get looted.

W00t!