Just caught my neighbour trying to pull my clothes out of the dryer before it had even shut off.  Hmph! Gave me a perverse bit of pleasure to find out that they are, in fact, not dry and to put them in for longer while she was standing there.

I'm not usually so bitchy about the laundry but she 1-2 loads of laundry EVERY SINGLE FREAKING DAY. There's only one of her.  Plus there are two other people who live in the building and they obviously need to do laundry.  End result is that I listen to the fucking spin cycle at all hours of the damn day and yet never seem to be able to do my laundry.

Moving in 8 days.  Just taking a break from packing to blow off some laundry steam. Kitchen is dismantling nicely.

You know how moving companies won't move alcohol? That means that in car I will taking an almost full quart of vodka, an almost full quart of tequila, some triple sec and whatever wine we pick up. It will look like I'm having a party.

Tired. Headachey. Grumpy.  Body aching in odd places.

Yep, definitely moving.

8 days. Holy hell.