I heart wrapping things, for the record…

Anyway, I’ve been relatively quiet here, and for good reason.  I’m STUPIDLY busy.  I’m moving to live with Anne for a while.  One, to get out of my father’s house.  Two, because I know (hope?) I’ll be moving for real soon enough and I have a lot of crap to go through and consolidate and this is a convenient way to force myself to do it.  And three, it cuts four hours off my commuting-to-work time every week.

w00t

I’m also busy with my new second job.  It rocks.  It gives me enough income to not have to freak about money (too much).  And it’s not a job.  It’s the start of a career, which is WAY cooler. 

ANYWAY… I’m busy.  Someone – anyone – feel bad for me.  I have emails I want to respond to, blogs I want to write… And I can’t do any of it because I’m sitting here sorting through CRAP I’ve accumulated and it takes a REALLY long time because I keep having to stop for extended periods of time to marvel over the fact that I own stuff like CDs called “Club Mix ‘97.” 

Honestly, what the hell?  I don’t remember buying it.  I was, what? Fourteen years old in 1997?  What in the Christ was I doing buying crappy (and I mean REALLY crappy) club mix music then?

I wasn’t even drinking or smoking weed regularly at 14.  I have no excuse. 

Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame.

BUT HEY GUESS WHAT! I found out I own 16 highlighters and 27 Sharpies, for no reason whatsoever.  I told The Man about my collection last night and his reaction was basically, “*sigh* Inordinate amount of office supplies you can’t possibly use? Sounds about right.”

I dunno what his deal is, it’s not like I’m not CRAZY or anything.  He decided to fall down the stairs the other day, so he’s probably just out of his mind from pain.  (Me and my genius brain deduced this when he said, “Knee is fine now, just a little sore if I use it too much.” That sounds like a man who is out-of-his-mind-from-pain, right?  Right.)

BLEH.  I have to be back at work in under 11 hours (and I JUST got home because we had a staff meeting this morning) and I have TONS to do.  I fully intended to come here and only say, “So.  March is winding down.  Get your questions in now, please, and I promise to answer them as soon as I’m settled at Anne’s!”

That plan failed in spectacular fashion because I wanna TALK and I haven’t gotten the opportunity lately.

Okay, I’m really going now… Work to do… Packing to be done…  Crappy CDs to marvel at… Etc.  Ask me questions if you feel so inclined.  I promise to answer them asap.