stellaluna

I write to you from my new apartment.

Got moved in yesterday, and everything went much better than I had expected, despite the fact that this was supposed to be the hottest weekend of the year. Everyone showed up on time, Uhaul didn't lose my reservation, the truck...more or less functioned, and we were done by 12:30. I mean done; we had taken the truck back and everything. I had, along with J., three male friends helping me, and all I can say is that, very occasionally, stupid machismo pays off.

("OF COURSE I can lift four boxes at once. The fact that I have a busted knee and have to have surgery in the fall doesn't affect my lifting abilities AT ALL.")

I also have all of the amenities except for cable, and they're coming tomorrow. In the meantime, I've been watching DVDs. Because I'm a crazy person, I'm also entirely unpacked and have put almost everything away, and have already disposed of the empty boxes.

I just like being organized, and I hate living out of boxes.

This is a really, really nice apartment, and it looks great now that I've cleaned up most of the moving mess. It's going to look even better after I put the new couch in.

So. HI. Maybe now my brain will return, and I'll be able to write some of the fic and meta that I've been so frozen on for the past month or so.

( Project Runway 3.2 )

So if I have enough brain power to write about this show in detail, I should maybe soon have enough to write about all things CSI:NY again...yes? I hope.