Buying stock in Advil

. . . Seriously. By the time this summer ends, I'll be better off having bought stock. So sore from moving!:)

Mychela, I'm so sorry that there aren't more posts for you to read! Here they come though. Refuge from the brain-pinching language barrier :) Hope you found a suitable cell phone. Today, there appears to be just about as much to do at work as there was on Friday. I even bought an InTouch Magazine, in honor of Miki. . . I have yet to delve, though. I hope it isn't the begging of an addiction. I was trying to research why are we in Iraq , but it just makes me frustrated. So, I've also been reading the incredibly raunchy Washingtonienne. It's Great. Hope Kel lives up to the DC standards of sluttiness portrayed in this book.

But, I want to read drivel. My rational thoughts are all mushed up from the "cluster" (that's my dad's pissed-off truncation of "cluster fuck" when the shit's really hitting the fan.) that was Andy and John's move. "When are we moving?", "with what are we moving your possessions?", and "is your roommate even going to be here!?" were all common questions regarding this operation. All in all, it was quite a mess. When the final straw broke everyone at 11PM Saturday night, and the boys went to get one last load, they came back with one couch, not even emptying the apartment, while myself and the only other person who helped them (this girl named Becky who says things like "did you see that spick in the cowboy hat?", and "I only stayed with him for like 3 and a half years cause it was comfortable, 'cause I'd fallen out of love with him a year earlier [understandable] and cause he had a good job, and made enough money that if I got pregnant, I'd have security [what?!]", but she was really very nice, and super boisterous enough that it was never boring) went to get food (Domino's) and beer (her dad's--since most of southeastern Wisconsin (for those of you who are unfamiliar with the cheeser way) stops selling liquor at 9PM). Said rain-soaked couch was into the apartment by 1AM Sunday morning. Damn.

I don't know what they're going to do with the other stuff (there's still much at their old place) but I'm out of it. finis. Well, and then Yesterday, John and I, to escape the 150million degree heat of his third floor, lofted apartment (bedroom equals 4th floor), went to see Batman. I was surprised by it. We snuck in Blizzards and basked in the yummy ice cream, and paid-for-by-movie-tickets airconditioning. Lovely. Then I went home and passed out, more or less, in my slightly cooler apartment.

Now, this rambling has to stop. More later