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august 27, 2000. The Boy & I are having the first big fight of our married life. It is, of course, due to moving across the country on Tuesday: I can't figure out why he needs so much time to set his apartment in order, and he wants me to be more sympathetic in general. Hmph. It's hard to be sympathetic when you've dismantled your room in 8 hours and could only pack about 3 dozen books.
What it comes down to is the fact that I'm far too used to moving house. Since 1995, I've moved 13 times. September of 1998 to August of 1999 saw seven moves alone. I'm this close to being one of those F. Scott Fitzgerald women who moves hotels with the seasons. Or a street punk.
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Yesterday didn't go as planned. It was supposed to unfold like this: in the day, move the Boy out of Toronto. Then, dinner with his mother. Then, the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Then, Savage Garden. I knew it was a lot to ask of myself. I knew that I'd be bone-tired by the concluding stages. But I was determined to be hard core. What I didn't count on was that the Boy wouldn't be done when we got there. He was literally wallowing in a sea of papers, receipts and magic cards when we arrived. The computer was still set up, as was the teevee. It was not a clean, military move. It was fucking chaos, and at the end of it we had to leave the poor Boy behind to catch up (although not before beginning Round One of the Great Moving Fight of 2000). As of this writing, he's still not moved out, and he won't give me a definite answer as to when it'll all be done. Frustrating.
Dinner went well, though. We gorged on various types of flesh, finishing off the night with home-made Belgian waffles. Unfortunately, something in that wonderful array soon made me sick as a dog, and I was forced to call off the rest of the evening's debauchery. A headache, I'll work through. Debilitating weariness...hey, what else is new? But I'm just not hardcore enough to go out dancing when my stomach is doing flip flops. A tragic flaw, I know. I felt very guilty calling it all off.
We spent the night instead watching the wedding video. I had no idea I looked like that. Ugh.
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I have the feeling that this will be my last "live" entry before Nova Scotia. Wish me God speed!
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