My Life is Crap.

I haven't updated because I'm moving.

I'm technically moving tomorrow, but in my mind, I've been 'moving' for three weeks. As though I'm in some state of limbo with a taped-up cardboard box in my arms...moving. I'm in "moving." Leave me alone. In all fairness, we have moved most of Robbo's stuff into our apartment, and let me tell you, it's not been fun.

We are renting the 2nd and 3rd floor of a house on the Southside, and when we found it, I was all, "Hey! This is so cheap! It's on the Southside! It has two floors and a huge deck! It's clean! The carpets are new! Why is this so cheap? Maybe it's haunted. That's fun!"
Well, the real reason it's so cheap is that NOTHING WILL FIT UP THE STAIRS. NOTHING! Robbo's couch is leaning against the wall outside our door. His desk has been thrown away. We're currently devising a rope-and-pulley plan to haul both of my couches as well as his onto the second floor deck after the "giant rubber band slingshot" option was eliminated. I've been having nightmares about the rain gutter that is inevitably going to cause a problem. I'm getting nauseated just thinking about it right now. Seriously.

In all honesty, everything that could possibly go wrong already has. And we've not even touched my stuff yet. By that, I mean I haven't packed my stuff. Wait, that's not true. I had packed it, but then Robbo's landlord made him move out three days early, so I had to dump my stuff out of my boxes so he could pack stuff in them. That's also why we've been moving loads in his car from 6pm til midnight for the last few nights. It's stressful. See also: why I have dark circles under my eyes. See also: why I'm being a megabitch. See also: causes of nervous breakdowns/anyeurisms.

Fuck. I hate moving.