I’m starting to feel better about the move. I probably have enough boxes, and things are starting to fall into order. I haven’t even attempted to pack up the kitchen stuff. But I’m getting there. My weekend will pretty much be dedicated to packing.
As I look back at what my apartment looked like when I moved in, this is feeling much better. I think. I just wish Reggie would stop finding things to chew on.
I had a bittersweet day today. On one hand, I made our Director of Administration very happy. There was a report that my boss committed me to completing, but he told her that I might not have it ready for her meeting next week. She was stunned (and thrilled) to see the results today when I walked into her office with it. I looked goot in that sense. On the other hand, I got a phone call that shook me up a bit. It has to do with finances, and I’m just not ready to talk about it publicly. Long story short, my already tight money just got a lot tighter. Funds for the next two months will be brutally tight, but I can make it. I think. Unless something goes wrong with my tax refund (and there is a possibility of that), I’ll make it. But it’ll be rough.
I got to chat online briefly with Dan tonight. Thats the guy I went out with on Monday night. We were supposed to do something on Saturday, but he might have to work now.
Oh, and I watched last night’s episode of Top Chef. I’m not surprised that Miguel went home. He was clearly the one who needed to go home. We know that the producers are keeping Steven just for the drama and impact. But he won’t win. My money is on Harold or Tiffany.