I'm never moving again... for the next year.
Yesterday, I moved the heaviest items that I own into my new place. And then I wished I was dead. Especially when I realized that I'd traded one evil for another: no more poorly-serviced elevators, but one very long staircase.... At least it seemed pretty long last night carrying furniture upstairs. Five days left to complete it and there is plenty more junk to be transported - at which I am presently working hard not packing.
For the moment I have two homes (one where the bed is and one where the Internet and food is) but it seems like I have none. Hopefully I'll be settled in by November... 2008.
But today was a good day! A year after being rejected by Mary, I have shown that persistence - normally doesn't - but can pay off. Last year, I was the lanky guy who got the shaft. This year, I've made some progress - I'm the nerdy guy who has a tenuous hold upon the same person. Next year, the world! So there's another reason why stage shows are great: the most ridiculously improbable situations can occur.
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hmmm...maybe if you keep it up, next year there might be a love scene!
sheep b
hmmm... I reckon her husband wouldn't be altogether thrilled with that arrangement.
But it would certainly give the letter-writers out there something to write about, that's for certain!
But I'm afraid it will follow the same theme:
"Hmmm, how can we use Rue and a romantic endevour as a tool to make fun of him?"
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