Haven't got my paper written, much thanks to Fred Astaire dancing on the ceiling (Royal Wedding seemed like such an appropriate movie for this week, despite the fact that it was about the grandmother and grandfather of tomorrow's royal groom,) a very long Supernatural fanfic that I got involved in last night (little over halfway through, I think,) and the fact that the furniture people are coming to replace my couch and screw up my bed TODAY while I'm not there. I had to take all of my possessions out of the front room and put them in the back, BUT not on the bed because I had to take everything off of that, too.
My whole apartment is in a state of chaos-bedsheets are in the bathtub (it was dry this morning when I put them there,) papers in the laundry basket (so they're out of harm's way), and poor sick Bill in the middle of the kitchen floor next to the lamp (better that he lose leaves on the kitchen floor rather than the carpet.) I gave the furniture people more than enough room to put the mattresses against the wall and fix that frame, and I gave them so much space for the couch removal and replacement they should be able to turn the whole damn thing around and out and the other couch in and around without moving the desk (but I took everything off the desk just in case they DO need to move it, and so none of my valuables get broken, trampled, or whatever in the midst of everything.)
When I get home, I'm going to have a wonderful vacuuming spree. And then I'm going to start work on that cursed paper. And I'm NOT going to watch Fred Astaire dance with pretty girls in London.
Well maybe just one.
Ta,
Bec
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