M is for Midnight, Manic


A quick one, because my stress level is literally through the roof.


Actually, it’s only through the ceiling—the leak is coming from one of the upstairs bathrooms—but THAT IS THE KIND OF SHIT I CAN’T BE DEALING WITH RIGHT NOW.

(Buffy the Vampire Slayer) Buffy saying, "I'm taking a holiday from dealing; happily vacationing in the land of Not Coping.



Also, here’s a new thing I learned: the only person more persistent and annoying than the movers falling over themselves to prove they’re the company for me are those same dudes when I tell them I decided to go with another company.  Seriously, Twitter fuck boys have nothing on a jilted mover.  I’ve gotten angry calls, voicemails, email, all-caps texts full of accusations about the company I chose, you name it. 


Now when they call I just tell them we changed our plans and won’t be moving after all.  It’s easier, though they still keep me on the phone and make me promise they would have been “the one” and that I’ll call them if I ever do move and will tell my friends how awesome they are.

dried up Spongebob Squarepants reaches for liquid/gelatinous refreshment; text overlay reads, "so thirsty"

Movers: reminding me why I don’t miss dating.


Yes, movers are picked and booked.  I still don’t have a place to live but one thing at a time, eh?

Gif: line drawing of LOL emoji with popup texts, "HAHA! HA! HA!" etc. Then face is serious and HA texts clear for a bold red "NO."



NO, of course not.  One thousand things at a time, because that is how I work.  And that is why I’m going to have a heart attack and a stroke on the same day—because I can’t find time in our very tight schedule for both otherwise.


Husband, bless his poor XY heart, is as helpful as he knows how to be.  Which…


24-style text on black background reads, "the following takes place between 12:00 A.M and 1:00 A.M. AKA: the manic hour"


ME:  (via skype)  I’m spinning down here… shopping for packing materials, RESEARCHING packing materials, going over my lists for the billionth time… it’s all very bad.  Someone needs to stop me.
ME:  Just ordered wardrobe boxes, 20 pounds of packing paper, and an ironing pad (my dress is going to be wrinkled and ordinarily I’d make do with any surface but I’ve been so stressed I don’t trust myself so I spent $10 to save our house from being burnt to the ground)
HIM:  K.
ME:  Have you even looked at the Move list?
ME:  At all?
ME:  There’s stuff on there for you.
HIM:  Checking now.
ME:  Okay, there’s two things on there for you, and one of them has to wait until right before we go.  The other 99 are all me… cripes.
HIM:  Receipts is for me.  I can pick up the games any Tuesday, even if you don’t go.
ME:  Best if we hold off, if only so we don’t add more to our list.
HIM:  Did I hear right about Monday appointments?  We’ve got Dr. J and Dr. M both in the morning?
ME:  Correct.  And I’ve got a SHIT TON of writing to do that day as well, so… I need zero distractions other than those two things.  And my own brain.  Actually, if you could take my brain out for walkies, that would be great.
HIM:  Is the vet Tuesday just for Hamilton, or…?
HIM:  Come to bed.




13 comments on “M is for Midnight, Manic

  1. Jeffy says:

    Moving sucks. I am commenting pointlessly in solidarity of that stress…good luck??

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    • Not pointless! Every comment reminds me that others have survived being stalked by movers, the anxiety of potential homelessness, and overcome the box obsession (seriously, everywhere I go I’m thinking, “ooh, what’d they ship that in and do they still have it?”)


  2. bexoxo says:

    I’ve moved 5 times in the last 4 years and each time I told myself, “I’ll just sell everything when it’s time to move out and buy all new stuff.” That never happened and I’m not sure why… I never used movers though, so I can’t empathize with that whole drama you seem to be going through. The (I’m assuming) men who work at said company sounds quite stupid (for lack of a better word). Do they not know how marketing and word-of-mouth work?

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    • RIGHT?!?! I’m like, “do you really think that getting angry with me—now that I’ve already given someone else my non-refundable money—is going to make me think well of you?”

      Here’s the problem with the sell everything plan: craigslist people are bullshit. I’m selling some furniture and I get people emailing to ask if it’s still available and when they can come by; I say it’s available and they can come by right now or basically anytime and then I never hear back. So you were smart to never try selling. I’m donating so much at this point… I looked around today at all the vases* and said, “fuck it, I’m keeping the three or four that are easiest to clean and pack; the rest can go to Goodwill.” I actually said this out loud in an empty room, by the way, because I’ve gone insane and even the cats won’t follow. Alexander Hamilton watches silently from the next room, ready to point me out to the men in white coats.

      * Vases come with flowers, which are gifts from people who love me. Sorry to people who gave me those things, but blame the florists!

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  3. I moved last year. Had a dedicated day-by-day diary of what needed to happen. All numbers, info, answers, to do lists, all in the diary, kept it out of my head. I’m very methodical, not very good at juggling, need a linear approach, which is why the diary worked. P.S. I’ve given you a shout out on my latest post. I don’t do awards, but if I get one I pay forward the love 😉 Good luck with the packing and the move 🙂

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    • Thanks for the mention 🙂

      I think at this point my checklists are my last thread of sanity (shoutout to wunderlist for that cheerful ting when you tick something off!) and the ability to assign things to Husband and tell myself if he doesn’t do it, it’s his fault and he just won’t have his stuff. Not my problem.

      But next time I think I’ll just hire you to come do it. You know, cut out the middleman. 😛

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  4. I moved overseas last year. It started as an organized event, packing and trying to sell things. By the end, I put everything into a dumpster, dropped more off at goodwill, and then set the rest on fire. Yes, I really burned all of my stuff. We moved to Germany with 2 suitcases and a backpack each. It will all work out, so you have any fire starting fluid on hand?

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  5. Sherry says:

    When my mom moved (at 70)from Ohio to Az, I couldn’t go help her pack. When the truck got to Mesa,Az the first thing they unloaded was a snow shovel…..I knew then I was in trouble

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