Lucky me, I'm getting sick. . . Part Catorce.
Other than that, things are peachy. A bit of trouble here and there, but nothing I won't handle.
Went to dance last night and did a few. Flirted with Casey (calm down, it's Josh's 10 year old cousin) and we cracked ourselves up.
More work's been done on the apartment. (How lucky I am to be able to live there since Em "kicked me out.") Walls are up and *gasp* painted! Shouldn't be long before we can put furniture where it goes.
We were supposed to head to Marietta last night and I was going to get the last of my stuff, give Em the key, and clean up a bit, but I felt like hell. By the time we left dance I had a raging headache and my next was tight. I went to bed and Josh didn't get any.
Looks like we're going to Marietta tonight after work. Should be about the last load of crap. Can't wait until we've made space for it all.
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ah, so that's what happened to you Saturday. I wondered...
I put some boxes downstairs and that bag I found (I sent a pic to your phone) it's in a box beside the couch. I figured I should do something with it before Emily and her dad came to move stuff, or before you and your dad came to move stuff...or before anyone's dad saw it :-P
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