it’s Wednesday, and I’m tired. seriously. Leslie and Ben came out to Philly to help us move on Saturday, and the day was hellish. The landlord had the wrong time to come and sign the lease and showed up an hour and a half late. Leslie missed her bus, Ben had to go buy pot and was late. It was frigid, and there were ice and big embankments of snow which 1. took up precious parking space and 2. made it slippery and difficult to carry things from the sidewalk to the car. My mom called around 3 to tell me that her car had broken down out in Pittsburgh; this after Eric and I had already had an argument because of the short notice she gave us about the visit. Finally, after we had moved almost everything in, Leslie started puking without end and was sick for the rest of the night. Poor girl. And I had wanted her to hang out with Ben. I think they would get along, if you know what I mean.

But we’re all moved! And I love the apartment. I’m still not quite used to it. It’s so much extra space – closets to store things in, tables to sit at and not load up with mail and other crap. There is a separate kitchen, where I made dinner last night while Eric and mom hung around in the living room. The bedroom actually has a door on it, so that when I want some booty I can close the cat out and she won’t jump up on E’s nuts right in the middle of the action. It has a little nook when you first walk in where we put a little desk with a lamp and some pictures on it. Oh, it is heaven.

And I have off tomorrow to hang out with my mother. I would love to sleep in, but she gets up early so I probably will, too. We’re going to go out to lunch together, and maybe I’ll take her over to the Unitarian Church, where we might get married. Then we could go to Loie. Yum. I think yum, but we’ve never eaten there before. I’d like to go shopping, too, but I don’t really have any money and mom isn’t going to want to go to the consignment shop. So, I don’t know what else to do with her, since she doesn’t want to go to the Art Museum – she never wants to go, so that is no surprise.

I’m tired of looking at this computer screen, it’s almost blasted into my brain. After I leave work tonight I won’t have to stare at its glare for a whole day. I’ll even be able to go walk around outside, in the sunshine! If it’s sunny, which it probably won’t be just to spite me. I think my fiance is angry with me and stressed out about work. Poor little guy. He will have the house to himself tonight, tomorrow night, and Friday night when mom and I go to dinner with Aunt Dorothy, so hopefully he’ll rejuvenate and hang out with us this weekend. I’m longing to spend some time with him, alone, since the last time we were really alone together for any stretch of time was about a week ago.