I'm so out of it - a long day - good meeting with Tara and Chris - their office has a great aesthetic - mine will remain scungy and jumbledy but i'll make it nice despite that and a nice place to be - like my kitchen table. Then to work. We talked a lot at lunch with RPA and it's all work stuff which I should write about in a proper worky place but i'm too exhausted. Talked with my mom (who has really really bad flu). Then home for half an hour. Then to SF to wait with my uncle for the shipping crate - at 8 it still hadn't come so I went off to have noodles with Caraja - mentally exhausted myself completely - wished I could go back to her house and read comic books and just relax with her and not feel so "on" anymore - instead though we ate our noodles and she asked me a million questions about work which were hard to answer - then back to my uncle's where I found that alas Vim had flaked out so I was stuck moving furniture. Did okay. Back slightly twinged. It was satisfying to get the move done. Tomorrow will either have to explain to R. how to take 4 trains from the airport to 10 blocks from his house, or just drive him. "Badger, I've never even taken a bus, really, I'm from a small town." He showed me some of his writings, including the texts of several fake 12-step programs like Fear Anonymous and TV anonymous and Alcoholics Anonymous Anonymous, all very good. As I was carrying the bureau drawers up the stairs I longed to paw through them in a littlesisterly way. And in fact did paw through the blue books of pennies and liberty dollars and all sorts of groovy coin collections from when he was like 10, which I had copied & had my own penny books. It was fun talking with him - it felt like old times - really in some ways just like when we were little, he has a reality-warping field.
I'm so tired! Stunned with the tired! Can't be funny... sorry.... so it's just a bare record of my day so i can remember it later.
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"Flaked" . bite me.
Flaked as in waiting all day for the call, receiving one call immediately before rush hour saying "the crate should arrive around 6" and a second call at 8:30ish? He told me he'd be okay waiting until saturday.
If its true that I flaked, I don't have to head into the city early today to move furniture.
Remind me not to agree to help anyone within your radius of drama.
Posted by: Vim | March 31, 2007 at 09:36 AM
Dude it isn't that big of a deal! I was just super tired and whiney in the middle of the night! Also, Rook would have gone instead of me, but I figured if you were there to be the muscle, it could be be in support watching stuff on the street.... Also, I knew the delivery guys were likely to be late... as they so often are. Instead they came like 6 hours early then left again without delivering... and then were unreachable so we played moving company phone tag all evening and they showed up more or less without warning at 8:30.
Honestly it was no big deal, we got it done, and I was tired in the middle of the night.... No one is blaming you for an inherently stressful thing (moving across the country with not very much money while simultaneously trying to cut a giant business deal...) Chill, man! There is no drama!
Posted by: badgerbag | March 31, 2007 at 09:59 AM