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Oct. 11th, 2002 02:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Jesus fucking Christ this place is a fucking pigsty.
I'm live on location in Dave's apartment in Jersey City, whence I have arrived bearing an entire carload of things, mostly furniture for him.
And the place is a shambles. I can't walk through it. So imagine, if you will, me CLIMBING through it, laden with 60 pounds of stuff that I've just lugged up a flight of stairs and through three locked doors and a swinging gate.
Oh yes. I'm thrilled. To tiny, tiny bits.
I've gotten everything out of the car I could-- about 20 trips up the stairs and back down again-- and have moved the car to avoid the parking regulations.
I would have unloaded more of it, but gee... the whole floor is covered with CD's and empty boxes and ancient newspapers and dirty clothes, so there's really nowhere for me to put the furniture until after Dave gets home.
Sigh.
By which time I'm sure I will be in a much better mood.
I'm so tired that all my muscles are trembling, which tells me I'm in terrible shape and need to work out more... ew...
But by the time Dave gets home at 6:30ish I should be back to my normal, cheerful self, and may even have started cleaning things up around here. Because he quite simply won't, ever, so if I want to ever do anything, I'd better do it myself.
Sigh.
I'm live on location in Dave's apartment in Jersey City, whence I have arrived bearing an entire carload of things, mostly furniture for him.
And the place is a shambles. I can't walk through it. So imagine, if you will, me CLIMBING through it, laden with 60 pounds of stuff that I've just lugged up a flight of stairs and through three locked doors and a swinging gate.
Oh yes. I'm thrilled. To tiny, tiny bits.
I've gotten everything out of the car I could-- about 20 trips up the stairs and back down again-- and have moved the car to avoid the parking regulations.
I would have unloaded more of it, but gee... the whole floor is covered with CD's and empty boxes and ancient newspapers and dirty clothes, so there's really nowhere for me to put the furniture until after Dave gets home.
Sigh.
By which time I'm sure I will be in a much better mood.
I'm so tired that all my muscles are trembling, which tells me I'm in terrible shape and need to work out more... ew...
But by the time Dave gets home at 6:30ish I should be back to my normal, cheerful self, and may even have started cleaning things up around here. Because he quite simply won't, ever, so if I want to ever do anything, I'd better do it myself.
Sigh.
