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*DIES FROM LOGISTICS AND IS DED*
Apr. 9th, 2008 09:41 pmSchedule part 1: So today I worked a ten hour day, then sorted through several large stacks of boxes and carried enough books down a flight of stairs to fill the car. Tomorrow, rinse and repeat, though probably a shorter workday as I'll need to get to storage with that carload before it closes. Friday I have off from work, and is the day to fill the storage cubicle with everything I'm keeping and don't want immediately on hand or somewhere safe. (As usual, computer, magical implements, etc. go seperately.)
Pimping part 1: Website!! Website!! Website!!
Schedule part 2: Saturday, which is technically the day I have to be out, I'll see about getting my Books I'm Not Keeping down to Harvard bookstore for some cash. Then pack up my precious things, most of which will probably be stored at the boyfriend's, and book it up to Salem for--wait a minute--
Pimping part 2: Been wondering what the flying fuck all this OTO/KTO/Crowley/Mass/I-see-drunk-magicians is that I keep going on about? Local? The Knights Templar Oasis, the local body (read: chapter) of the Ordo Templi Orientis, is holding an open house this Saturday, starting at two, in their temple on Essex St. in Salem. My awesometastic boyfriend will be Priest in the Mass--for, yes, there will be a performance of the Gnostic Mass, the big old primary rite, lance-kissing and all. I don't know what else they're planning, but there will probably be much fun to be had. Unless the moving shit gets stupid crazy, I will be going, and can provide bus for at least one person, possibly more, depending upon how empty the car is. Please let me know about any interest!
Schedule part 2 returns: --and book it up to Salem for the open house, and crash at Eric's for the night, and hope to gods he fixes my back after all this crap. Brunch with friends on Sunday, unless I'm utterly dead. Somewhere in there I'm also going to have to find time to shift the rest of the Stuff I'm Not Keeping to the nearest thrift store.
Move logistics: I'm going to grab a cargo van from the Uhaul place for one run during the Friday move--that'll be mattress, bureau, anything else big--and do the rest in multiple runs in my car. It's mostly just 293847298347 boxes; no reason to fuck around with a truck if I don't have to, and in an odd way, that feels like less work. It also means I need less help. I'd like to say I'd just do it all by myself, damn it, but I'll need two people for at least some stuff. Plus a lot of the day is going to be me going through crap.
Stuff I'm Not Keeping: I'm not going to have the opportunity to have a proper yard sale, so I'll just try to sell what I can, bookwise, to Harvard (if that works out, and I hope it does; it's a bloody waste of money otherwise) and donate clothes and miscellany to Goodwill or such. (Any books Hahvahd doesn't want go to a library. Y'know.)
Not a moving party: Fuck, no. It's been too recently since the last one, and I feel like crap asking for so much. So I give myself a semantic break by saying that I'm not throwing a moving party, no really. Anyone who shows up to hang out Friday afternoon (8 Taylor St. in Medford) gets to watch me sort crap, pick through the Stuff I'm Not Keeping pile at will, and lug a few boxes to the car. If for some ungodly reason that sounds like fun, come on down.
Pimping part 1: Website!! Website!! Website!!
Schedule part 2: Saturday, which is technically the day I have to be out, I'll see about getting my Books I'm Not Keeping down to Harvard bookstore for some cash. Then pack up my precious things, most of which will probably be stored at the boyfriend's, and book it up to Salem for--wait a minute--
Pimping part 2: Been wondering what the flying fuck all this OTO/KTO/Crowley/Mass/I-see-drunk-magicians is that I keep going on about? Local? The Knights Templar Oasis, the local body (read: chapter) of the Ordo Templi Orientis, is holding an open house this Saturday, starting at two, in their temple on Essex St. in Salem. My awesometastic boyfriend will be Priest in the Mass--for, yes, there will be a performance of the Gnostic Mass, the big old primary rite, lance-kissing and all. I don't know what else they're planning, but there will probably be much fun to be had. Unless the moving shit gets stupid crazy, I will be going, and can provide bus for at least one person, possibly more, depending upon how empty the car is. Please let me know about any interest!
Schedule part 2 returns: --and book it up to Salem for the open house, and crash at Eric's for the night, and hope to gods he fixes my back after all this crap. Brunch with friends on Sunday, unless I'm utterly dead. Somewhere in there I'm also going to have to find time to shift the rest of the Stuff I'm Not Keeping to the nearest thrift store.
Move logistics: I'm going to grab a cargo van from the Uhaul place for one run during the Friday move--that'll be mattress, bureau, anything else big--and do the rest in multiple runs in my car. It's mostly just 293847298347 boxes; no reason to fuck around with a truck if I don't have to, and in an odd way, that feels like less work. It also means I need less help. I'd like to say I'd just do it all by myself, damn it, but I'll need two people for at least some stuff. Plus a lot of the day is going to be me going through crap.
Stuff I'm Not Keeping: I'm not going to have the opportunity to have a proper yard sale, so I'll just try to sell what I can, bookwise, to Harvard (if that works out, and I hope it does; it's a bloody waste of money otherwise) and donate clothes and miscellany to Goodwill or such. (Any books Hahvahd doesn't want go to a library. Y'know.)
Not a moving party: Fuck, no. It's been too recently since the last one, and I feel like crap asking for so much. So I give myself a semantic break by saying that I'm not throwing a moving party, no really. Anyone who shows up to hang out Friday afternoon (8 Taylor St. in Medford) gets to watch me sort crap, pick through the Stuff I'm Not Keeping pile at will, and lug a few boxes to the car. If for some ungodly reason that sounds like fun, come on down.