Divisions and Precisions

To quote a friend of mine, "Bloody hell..."

"...that's short notice!"

I talked to my mom this afternoon. We got the apartment. We can start moving in as of this Wednesday. That's right. The day after tomorrow. Clearly, I am NOT moving that soon. There's no way in hell. My mom, however, may be moving in that soon, with only a bed and a TV and the kitchen appliances. She says things with my stepfather aren't bad, just awkward as hell. I can understand that. Hell, I spent a night or two sleeping on an empty floor in an empty house when I was moving away from Hollingsworth, at least she'll have a bed.

So, it looks like I'll be moving as soon as I can find some way to get all my stuff to the apartment, i.e., whenever we can find movers. We decided to hire some movers, it's easier overall. So, I should be packing, but here I am at the library, because I couldn't take another minute in the chaos that is my old apartment.

I watched Branagh's Much Ado About Nothing while I was cleaning this afternoon. There aren't words for how much I adore that movie. It makes me insanely happy, every time I see it. I can (and do) recite whole passages from it along with the movie. I want to LIVE in that movie. Everyone and everything is either beautiful or at least funny; even the pain is dramatic, lovely, and short-lived.

I also, to the very bottom of my geekish little heart, want to play Beatrice and Benedick as sidhe somewhere. It could be perfect! (I'd stick 'em in my Changeling campaign, but there seems to be a lack of a need for light-hearted romance in it at the moment...)

That's life in a nutshell for now, stressed and a little frantic. I guess I'll dive back into work tonight when I get home, or tomorrow.