I'm just an animal looking for a home



Current Mood: tired
Current Music: The Cramps – Her Love Rubbed Off

Started moving into the new apartment today. So far I’ve carted over two car-fulls of boxes over there. The cats are quite alarmed each time I carry box after box out of the apartment. I’m not sure what they think is going on, if indeed they even “think” anything, but they’re rather meowful. Rasputin in particular has been shadowing me, meowing when I am carrying stuff, just hanging out nearby when I am taking breaks (like now). Frankenstein is comporting herself with more dignity, but she seems to know something’s up.

Today I have only my car (and later on Keri’s car, when she gets out of class) to move stuff, so today is mainly devoted to boxes and other car-sized items. Tomorrow we rent the U-Haul and are having some friends come over to help us move the big stuff. The lease isn’t up for our current place until the end of the month, so that should give us plenty of time to get everything moved and get the current place cleaned up so as to maximize the amount of my deposit I get back.

Another task for today is to clear off all of the furniture that needs to be moved tomorrow. AND I need to program the VCR to tape Adult Swim tomorrow night, since the TV will be at the new apartment by that time, but the cable won’t be turned on there until Tuesday. I don’t mind missing Adult Swim on week nights, but on Sundays it would mean missing a new episode of Aqua Teen Hunger Force, a viewers’ choice episode of the Brak Show, and an episode of Sea Lab 2021. No way, Jose. I should go back and put the accent over the e in Jose probably, but I lack the energy to do so at the moment. Please imagine that the accent is there, and all will be well. But make sure it’s the right accent — you know the one I mean. Don’t put a circumflex or something. Speaking of which, that’s my favorite name for an accent mark. Although “accent grave” is pretty good too. You say “grave” like “grahv” rather than like you’d normally say the word, since it’s French and all. Or anyway, this is what I remember from 8th and 9th grade French classes. If I’m remembering it wrong, you’ll just have to cry into whatever food or drink you typically eat or imbibe when reading my journal, because there’s no way in hell I’m going to check to see if I am right.

You wouldn’t think having your dictionaries and math books packed would be a big deal, especially since I only packed them a week or so ago, but there have been several occasions when I’ve wanted to look something up in them. Weird. Not that I couldn’t just as easily search on the web to find what I was looking for, but fuck that shit. By which I mean I probably just looked it up on the web.

Oh, the court stuff is all done — I don’t remember if I posted this already or not. I had to pay a fine plus court fees (around $800 total as I recall). I also have 60 hours of community service, 18 months of probation, and I have to take one or two drug/alcohol abuse classes. On the one hand, it sucks and is kind of a hassle. On the other hand, the fact that this whole thing happened has probably had a positive effect on me, so I can’t complain too much. Or shouldn’t, anyway.

Okay, I guess I should stop being lazy and continue working on the move. Wish me luck.


Author: mitcharf

vegan, curmudgeon, animal lover, feminist, agnostic, cat whisperer, bookworm, hermit, Red Sox fan, Cthulhu enthusiast, softball player, man-about-town

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