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Oct. 12th, 2007 02:39 pmFirst and foremost, the global trailer for The Golden Compass can be seen here. I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to this movie. Though how on earth they'll ever pull off the second two books as movies, I have NO idea.
Secondly, moving is killing my soul. I had no idea it would take this long to pack up my shit. How much stuff do I own? I've given away a ton, I've thrown out a ton, there's still so much more. The movers are coming at 8 a.m. tomorrow. I still wonder if they have the correct telephone number for me, as I haven't received any calls and instead have done all of the calling myself. This makes me nervous about tomorrow. I hope everything goes smoothly. I also hope I can get as much packed tonight as is possible. Man, I hate this.
The Scientist has taken today off work, as he's still all tired out from his second 24-hour shift in less than a month. He's doing some minor repairs around the house, moving boxes so that my furniture can be brought in tomorrow without them being in the way, that kind of thing. I also wonder if he's calling the furnace people. We had turned the furnace on for the first time last night, as it had gotten quite cold here in Chicago. But last night around 2:30 in the morning, the carbon monoxide detector across from our bedroom started going off. Neither of us have ever had one before, so we didn't really know what to do. (For future reference, we're supposed to call 911.) He turned it off, turned off the furnace completely, and then opened the windows. It's always nice asking as you fall back asleep "Are we going to die in our bed tonight?" and hearing "We'll find out in the morning" as a reply. Good times! So who knows what the hell is happening with our furnace. I don't know if it needs cleaning (again!) or should just be scrapped altogether. We knew we'd have to replace it, and that it would die soon, but not the first night it was running...
Anyway, the whole concept of "home," be it the house or the apartment, just stresses me out. I'll be glad when all this shit is OVER. Seriously.
Secondly, moving is killing my soul. I had no idea it would take this long to pack up my shit. How much stuff do I own? I've given away a ton, I've thrown out a ton, there's still so much more. The movers are coming at 8 a.m. tomorrow. I still wonder if they have the correct telephone number for me, as I haven't received any calls and instead have done all of the calling myself. This makes me nervous about tomorrow. I hope everything goes smoothly. I also hope I can get as much packed tonight as is possible. Man, I hate this.
The Scientist has taken today off work, as he's still all tired out from his second 24-hour shift in less than a month. He's doing some minor repairs around the house, moving boxes so that my furniture can be brought in tomorrow without them being in the way, that kind of thing. I also wonder if he's calling the furnace people. We had turned the furnace on for the first time last night, as it had gotten quite cold here in Chicago. But last night around 2:30 in the morning, the carbon monoxide detector across from our bedroom started going off. Neither of us have ever had one before, so we didn't really know what to do. (For future reference, we're supposed to call 911.) He turned it off, turned off the furnace completely, and then opened the windows. It's always nice asking as you fall back asleep "Are we going to die in our bed tonight?" and hearing "We'll find out in the morning" as a reply. Good times! So who knows what the hell is happening with our furnace. I don't know if it needs cleaning (again!) or should just be scrapped altogether. We knew we'd have to replace it, and that it would die soon, but not the first night it was running...
Anyway, the whole concept of "home," be it the house or the apartment, just stresses me out. I'll be glad when all this shit is OVER. Seriously.
