i think i'm going crazy.
people, i think this blog is going to become All Move, All The Time for the next three weeks, because i have just realized the monumental nature of the task ahead, and it has begun to completely consume me. i know that many use the term lightly, but "freaking out" pretty much describes my default state right now.
poor BoyCat. he does not even know what to do with me.
we still don't have an apartment, and we're considering downgrading to a studio for the first six months in order to not have to live in an apartment complex favored by thieves and crackwhores. because you know, it's much easier to try to ferret out a good deal on a nice, clean apartment in a decent neighborhood when you actually live in the city where you're looking.
which we, of course, do not.
so, more later. tomorrow i am starting the packing process. after i buy some packing tape. but after that, bookshelves, be warned* - your time in chicago is up.
*i just accidentally typed "warnded," which, when i think about it, sounds kinda funny. like i have a cold and a speech impediment at the same time or something. and i'm also three years old.