Want to know how exhausted I am? I am so worn out I couldn’t even find a good picture to post with this. See, I like posting pix with my words because at least you’ll have something to look at. But not today. Today you are on your own.

We moved, and this morning around 8:47am we were officially out of our previous apartment. Today I had visits from the nice Time Warner guy and the even nicer UPS man. I now have internet (see?) and put bathroom stuff away. There are boxes EVERYWHERE. I have a lot of fancy clothes. Good thing I wear a sweatshirt and jeans almost every damn day. I vow to dress up once this is all over.

Tonight we have our brand-new huge-ass plasma TV hooked up. I feel sorta embarrassed it’s so huge, but just think how hot Clive and Sean and Richard will look. Mm.

Uh . . . eventually I will be writing again. My brain hurts a little right now, so it might be awhile, but I am attending the New England Conference in a few weeks, so I better get more writerly, or it will be a waste. And I hate waste.

And can I say, just one more thing? I haven’t read a book IN A WEEK. The last time that happened I think I couldn’t read yet. Even a day after giving birth I had cracked open a James Ellroy.

Megan

*Mark Morrison’s ’90s hit. Sure, you remember it, don’t you?

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