So we are finally leaving Studio 109 for the greener pastures of Dublin 1.
Moving, my friends, is a NIGHTMARE. I never realised I had so much shit. I filled a giant rucksack and an even more giant suitcase with books alone. So now I have no cases left to put anything else in. Crysies.
Myself and Lainey spent most of last night throwing out half of our lives ("won't be needing socks where I'm going" *dump*) and then making several journeys down to the underground car park to dump everything in the bins. At one point, Lainey got locked down there because I was on the phone and totally forgot about her. Then, on the next occassion, a bag with all of the food from our kitchen split and cous cous and soy sauce and flour went everywhere. There were tears.
Eventually, I just started throwing tantrums and Lainey had to calm me down. Today is the actual physical move from one place to another, which should be... fun
*puts on happy face*.
drinking: orange juice
reading: The Irish Times
listening to: Chris Bathgate - 'A Cork Tale Wake'
watching: my life disintegrate