Revenge of One Of Those Days.
Dec. 2nd, 2006 12:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bktheirregularSo, I was getting ready to write about how, NaNoWriMo notwithstanding (and lord did I fall on my face with that), things were going kind of okay. Got my ticket back to Athens, going to leave in late January. Health-wise, things look pretty good.
That was yesterday.
Today, things kind of went to hell.
Preface: my folks decided to get a flat-screen TV, not because of any desire to be hip, but because the TV that was brought from New Jersey is a big, bulky, tube set in a huge cabinet that sort of dominates the living room of the apartment. I did some work on Craigslist and found buyers for the TV and its cabinet; today, the cabinet's buyer came to pay and close the deal, and then some "movers" came to move the cabinet.
And after about half an hour of dinking around, they left, leaving the cabinet behind. They tanked on the job.
At that, they don't get the prize for Moron of the Day, though. We decided that we'd better move this painting, a very nice seascape that was hanging right by the cabinet, so it didn't get damaged by the movers. I picked it up, carefully maneuvered it into the master bedroom--
--only to take a corner and hear a sharp thump as I hit the corner of a bookcase.
And tore a hole the size of a quarter in the canvas.
I have spent every minute since trying to suppress the urge to pound my head against something solid and unyielding. For the first five minutes after I did it, the urge was stronger than I was.
That was yesterday.
Today, things kind of went to hell.
Preface: my folks decided to get a flat-screen TV, not because of any desire to be hip, but because the TV that was brought from New Jersey is a big, bulky, tube set in a huge cabinet that sort of dominates the living room of the apartment. I did some work on Craigslist and found buyers for the TV and its cabinet; today, the cabinet's buyer came to pay and close the deal, and then some "movers" came to move the cabinet.
And after about half an hour of dinking around, they left, leaving the cabinet behind. They tanked on the job.
At that, they don't get the prize for Moron of the Day, though. We decided that we'd better move this painting, a very nice seascape that was hanging right by the cabinet, so it didn't get damaged by the movers. I picked it up, carefully maneuvered it into the master bedroom--
--only to take a corner and hear a sharp thump as I hit the corner of a bookcase.
And tore a hole the size of a quarter in the canvas.
I have spent every minute since trying to suppress the urge to pound my head against something solid and unyielding. For the first five minutes after I did it, the urge was stronger than I was.
