June 20, 2003
I'm kinda rooting for Doyle myself, but...
Through Frost's icy exterior I see my future king.
I'm fascinated by his tinsel-colored hair and
sweet kisses. But he thinks with his heart,
not with his head. Frost is my King.
Which of Merry Gentry's men would be your perfect king?
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Moving sucks mightily. And it
Moving sucks mightily. And it makes me grumpy. So apologies to those with whom I was out of sorts last night (y'all know who you are, less public apologies are on their way).
Two more days. Two more days. I keep telling myself that.
Yeah yeah, I know I said I wouldn't be around today. I fled the house and came to Dawn and Jason's. I have so much to do still, but I came to a realization today. For the first time in many moves, I don't HAVE to be out by Sunday. If it comes down to it, I can make the movers take all the heavy stuff and the furniture, and leave the little stuff and the cleaning until next week. I've got until the end of the month to get out. So, I'm determined to not stress nearly as much. I don't have to have it ALL done by Sunday. Just the big stuff. I can do that. I know I can.
