I hate moving

There's a quote from Dorothy Parker: "I hate writing; I love having written." I'm going to use my own version: "I hate moving I love having moved."

We're nearly there. There are some odds and ends at the old place, which we're supposed to be out of tomorrow (Sept. 30). I'm at that "I don't care anymore" stage. I highly disrecommend (new word!) this combination: working full time, going to school full time and moving within the same month. Any combination of two of those is hard enough - three is insane.

I've got a test tomorrow, and assignments due, and I'm trying to download trial versions of Adobe programs so I can do my homework. But the programs are so huge that one takes 15 minutes to download. By the time I get the four programs I need, I'll have to go to bed.

And, although we had help moving the majority of our stuff on Saturday, we're not completely settled. Besides all the boxes, which is normal for us, my washer and dryer aren't hooked up. A washer is hooked up, which belongs to the owner of the house. I want to use my own: it's newer and if something happens, I don't feel bad about breaking someone else's washer. But more important is the dryer. I can still wash in that washer, but I can't dry my clothes at home.

So, while I was at work, Cayla did a load of laundry. She did it herself, which is good, but nobody asked me if I needed anything washed. Which I did. So, my choices are to wear preworn clothes (slightly dirty) or buy something new to wear to work. What fun.

My first download is complete, so I'll close this and go on to the next one ...

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