Today I ran errands and finally got started packing. Status: Most of closet has been boxed, plus my dvds and some of my books and miscellaneous stuff. I'm pooped.
Andrew was ramming home the "don't walk home at night or you'll DIE" message. Um, received, moi capitain. Yeesh. Now I'm trying to find a taxi co. I can get to pick me up a few nights this week (I'll be getting off the train at like 10. Ugh.). Called one of my friends to see if she knew any company names or anything and left a probably disjointed message for the aforementioned poop issue. Only two weeks of this, actually three nights each week, so I'll live.
I so can't wait til all this is done.
Andrew was ramming home the "don't walk home at night or you'll DIE" message. Um, received, moi capitain. Yeesh. Now I'm trying to find a taxi co. I can get to pick me up a few nights this week (I'll be getting off the train at like 10. Ugh.). Called one of my friends to see if she knew any company names or anything and left a probably disjointed message for the aforementioned poop issue. Only two weeks of this, actually three nights each week, so I'll live.
I so can't wait til all this is done.