here we go again

Moving home today.

WISH ME LUCK!

many hours later...

All of my worldly goods are in bags or boxes, strewn over the floor. The furniture just (JUST) fits into the room. (Damn that second bookcase.) The weather decided that it would be swelteringly hot and ALSO prone to sudden brief showers, which is possibly the worst combination imagineable when you are trying to load trailers with stuff.

But it's done! For those just tuning in: I am once again cohabitating with my parents, my brother (17; history and musical composition student extraordinaire) and my sister (almost 13; horse-mad and with the makings of an excellent fanfic writer).

And now I am resting with a glass of wine before unpacking, and deploring the lack of Firefox on my father's laptop, because my wireless thinger does not talk to the local network any more and it'll be a few days before I can access the net on Fabian. ARGH.

I am very tired and hot and sweaty and sore. How are YOU?

yuletide etc .

Well, some lovely pinch-hitter is writing my Yuletide fic :) IN THE MEANTIME, everyone should totally write me stocking-stuffers.

*waves sadly to Pen and Sweeney* Looks like we're problematic.

Okay, enough procrastinating. I should go and actually unpack now.