I finally survived moving house. Yay me. I managed to get through cleaning and rearranging the apartment that was supposed to serve as storage for my stuff, packing my stuff, painting the living room, packing more of my stuff, having a herd of shipping crew guys trample through my apartment, going up to Berlin, supervising guys unload my stuff, driving back to where I used to live, suffering through a migraine, suffering through several other migraines, having a nervous breakdown, trying to paint the bedroom, almost having another nervous breakdown, painting the bedroom, painting the kitchen and the corridor with the help of three really, really great friends, disposing of about a ton of trash (or at least it
felt like that), getting snipped at by the neighbor one last time, cleaning up the apartment, waiting for the guy who agreed to drive me and the rest of my stuff to Berlin, seeing the landlord pick at things that were insignificant (and thanks for not giving me back all of my deposit money for the apartment not being "clean enough" after I cleaned for SIX FREAKING HOURS DAMMIT!) and miss things that were noteworthy (if your new tennant gripes about laminate and ugly scratches in it it's not my fault, you moron!), getting driven to Berlin and unloading the rest of my stuff.
( Country roads... take me home... to the place... I belooooooong! )Oh, and in writing news: I
so want to post Chapter Eight of
A Little Place Like Kokomo but §&$%&ing ff.net doesn't let me. I really, really want to see my readers' reaction to it but ff.net obviously decided to be a bitch again and show me why we have a love/
hate relationship. I really didn't need
that, thank you very much. Well... not. Anyway... bed now. Yeah *content sigh