Moving Time

So I'm moving Monday. Jason is flying in tomorrow night and is going to help me. Yay for nice boys!

I am so exhausted I can't even tell you. I've already worked 50 hours this week, and I have another 10 hour day tomorrow. Every night this week (well, except Monday) I've come home and packed and I still feel like it's a mess around here and there's still so much to do. I wish I could just pack all day tomorrow and finish up, but I have to work. I have a feeling that the bulk of the stuff like furniture and my TV and the heavy boxes are going to get moved on Monday, but I'm going to be finishing up for the next night or two while Sarah starts moving her stuff in. I definitely have to clean when the stuff gets moved out. Then there's all the little things that seem to hide when I'm packing the big boxes but then suddenly appear when all the furniture is gone. I am looking forward to getting back my fake diamond stud earring that fell behind my dresser several months ago.

Anyway, I'm tired and I'm working and I'm moving. The good news is, I ordered cable and internet today for my new place. If I'm going to keep looking for a job I need to have internet, right? And if I'm going to keep my sanity I need to have cable, right? Right.