The days leading up to a move are always ridiculous. All of the “things” that have to be dealt with, like utilities, mail, rental trucks and uhm, packing. I’ve finally accomplished all of the first things, but the packing–not so much. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve made a lot of progress. I’m just not done. Nor am I very organized.

My hours at work right now are running from about 7 in the morning until 6, with a 40-minute commute home, dinner, etc. Which leaves me only a few hours to do anything productive. What IS getting done is getting done sloppily. I’m going to have those crazy boxes full of towels and peanut butter crackers that result in a complete inability to find anything later on. The stereo speakers? Oh wait, didn’t those go in with the laundry supplies? Feh.

This is the first time I’ve moved by myself in probably more than 8 years. I had a lot less shit 8 years ago. Of all varieties.

I have a month to do this. I want to be done as soon as I can but I don’t have to be out of my current place until the end of September. I’m also not paying movers by the hour. Which adds up to me not really being overly anxious about getting everything out the door in under 30-seconds on Saturday. At the same time, the sooner I can close the door on this chapter of my Ohio life, the better. And who wants to drag a move out into a week, much less a month?

So I have these periods where I think, who cares! I’m too tired, I can’t deal with this, I have a month! Followed by these moments of omigod! I don’t want to be hauling this stuff around for the next three weeks! AHHH!

Jennifer has been a big help in the packing and moral support department and Chris and his friend Jerry are kindly going to help move the furniture on Saturday–assuming u-haul actually has the truck I’ve reserved and it doesn’t catch fire.

In other news:

I renewed my tags the other day and figured I should play by the rules and update my address info with the BMV. I was always told that when you change your address you’re supposed to update your driver’s license. Not only does this make check writing easier but you know, if you get in a wreck or something, might be nice to have accurate info on your ID.

But damnit! They made me take a new picture. And you all know how much I loved my old one. Now I’ve got a doofy lookin’, moppety haired stupid picture. And no, I’m not going to show it to you. No! Not even you.

Freakin’ BMV.