Instant Human: Just Add Coffee
It’s 8am Eastern Standard Time. I haven’t been to bed yet. No, this is not due to a masochistic youth group event, as it sually has been in the past. Nor is it due to final exams. Nothing nearly so dramatic.
I’m moving today. Not far; just down the street really. About three-quarters of a mile away I suppose. The lovely Jane, who speaks with a British accent, and her tall-dark-and-handsome husband Ragin, who speaks with an Indian accent, are arriving at noon with their car to create a Multicultural Stuff-Transportation Event.
I’m not sure why, but I never seem able to move without pulling an all-nighter packing the night before. It’s happened every time I’ve moved since I first moved into the dorms. This time it happened again, despite the fact that I’ve had three days in which to accomplish it. Why is this so? Why? Why?
Only an hour until the Rohs Street Cafe opens and I can get a decent cup of coffee. Lord, please let me make it ’til then. Because I’m a bear right now and I’ve got to somehow turn back into a human.
September 30th, 2006 at 9:06 am
I hope the moves you the family and the boyfriend make wrap up smoothly and will be praying so. It’s possible that someone who posts to these blog comments now and again may have a story involving six friends, a nearly missed train and not being packed just an hour before jumping in a taxi. Thankfully it sounds like you’ve got things a bit more under control.
September 30th, 2006 at 2:17 pm
http://www.xanga.com/thereeser Kyle is in Vancouver. Nice guy, missional heart. Glad you are moving, although farther down Rohs street is not what I’d want for my niece…
September 30th, 2006 at 7:39 pm
Titi, “Down the street” actually referred to down Clifton into the gaslight…I’m living with the Bruins now. Crazy! We’ve got to catch up as soon as things slow down a bit and the earth returns to revolving only once in a twenty-four hour period…
-Mel