Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Hey ya'll! I am just getting used to being back in the city. Y'know, spending your youth stuck in traffic, getting your heels caught in the sewer grate, but most importantly, 24 hour liquor store in your apartment building (woo)!

So my apartment right now is a big honkin' mess, like, boxes and boxes everywhere. So, ya'll, like I said, I HATES the moving, but this year my body actually suffered a really bad reaction to it. I got ear infections in both ears and conjunctivitis in my right eye. Also I might have been making out with Reflux, because now HE has the bilateral conjunctivitis. Both of his little eyes are squinched shut and all mucousy. And, I know he was blind to begin with so his life experience is not significantly different with or without the pink eye, but while it is funny to see your blind dog smash into the furniture with his eyes wide open, for some reason it's just tragic when his eyes are squeezed shut and exuding pus. And sort of gross too. Chew on that.

In addition to an endless cesspool of boxes there is also BLOOD in my apartment. So, my movers came last Wednesday to move all of my stuff out, and in true square peg fashion I hung out with a friend until 1:30 AM before jolting up in a mad whirlwind of panic and efficiency and packing up my ENTIRE APARTMENT in about 6 hours. I'm good, ya'll. I am the procrastination MASTER. But I've had practice. Lots of it. Anyway, last Tuesday night, along with the night before the surgery shelf exam when I did all of Surgery Pre-test between the hours of 12 am and 8 am, goes down in history as one of the nights where I most wished someone would have smacked me around a little beforehand so I would understand that putting off DOZENS OF HOURS worth of work until the night before is really fucking stupid. Hi!

Where was I? Ah, yes, hepatitis on my door. (Catchy, no? A song I am penning in my head.) So in addition to all of my crap, the movers were also going to Evanston to pick up S-Rock's stuff. Because we will be the roommates, you see. I love S-Rock but if the whole moving situation was any indication of what this year will be like HE WILL DIE. Because I will have to kill him. So I was stuck lying on the floor of my empty apartment being effin' ATTACKED by bacteria from every orifice in my head and I called S-Rock to ask could he please take his ass downtown and facilitate my movers moving all of our furniture into the apartment because I was in no shape to drive 4 hours to Chicago. I could barely lift my head or form sentences.

R: Crawls to phone. Croaking. Shanmugam. You. Need. To. Panting.

S: Eeeeeeuighh...I'm tired. What do you want?

R: Effin'. Go. To. The. Apartment. Dry heaves.

S: Hey I was trying to sleep over here. Get to the point.

R: Let. In. The. Movers. Exhausted from effort of conversation, passes out.

S: Well I'm in the middle of a NAP over here and then I'm very busy watching World Cup soccer and getting drunk with my buddies so I don't think I can do that. Can't you just drive over?

So anyway, my completely, ridiculously, effin' awesome movers moved in all of my stuff and S-Rock's stuff without either of us actually being there. Unfortch they dropped a mirror and someone cut open a hand or something and now there's blood all over my door (Gaya: "Just tell me that's nail polish because I don't even want to know") and even a little on my mattress. (Yuck.) I would immediately go buy some bleach wipes but I KNOW I've got some packed in a box somewhere and the minute I go buy some I will find them in a box.

Anyway, we're off to the Cubs game in a couple of minutes, so I will update more later.

1 comment:

trAcy said...

bleeding movers. weird. i'm more used to mud on the carpet and squinched corners on decent wooden furniture. happy chicago.