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Nibs the medical reporter told me yesterday I shouldn't exert myself too much while on cipro because it does bad things to your connective tissues. Hahahahaha. I just bought and moved a queen-size futon & frame. I bummed ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dianala's van and bopped down to the very fringes of Kent. (UK people, amuse yourselves by mapping Kent, WA.) I'd offer to hide bodies for dianala, but she's already got a better vehicle for moving bodies than I do. I guess I'd just have to work the shovel.
The seller, a fellow named Wolfgang (!) found via Craigslist, and his son were very helpful in removing seats, and packing the futon in so I could close the back. His manner & appearance screamed "military", but he mentioned having an injured arm & no health insurance. I'm wearing my Obama t-shirt. I thought it best not to engage in political chit chat, though, especially since reflected in a window I saw my bra peeking out from under my collar.
Met two more housemates, who helped me get my futon into the bedroom. They all know, and none of them seem like transphobic psycho killers. It's kind of funny, to somebody else maybe, that I don't have time to move another stick until Nibsmother leaves. At least I have my list ready.
dianala's van and bopped down to the very fringes of Kent. (UK people, amuse yourselves by mapping Kent, WA.) I'd offer to hide bodies for dianala, but she's already got a better vehicle for moving bodies than I do. I guess I'd just have to work the shovel.The seller, a fellow named Wolfgang (!) found via Craigslist, and his son were very helpful in removing seats, and packing the futon in so I could close the back. His manner & appearance screamed "military", but he mentioned having an injured arm & no health insurance. I'm wearing my Obama t-shirt. I thought it best not to engage in political chit chat, though, especially since reflected in a window I saw my bra peeking out from under my collar.
Met two more housemates, who helped me get my futon into the bedroom. They all know, and none of them seem like transphobic psycho killers. It's kind of funny, to somebody else maybe, that I don't have time to move another stick until Nibsmother leaves. At least I have my list ready.
