Over the past month, I've worked through my fear of living with another person, my sadness at leaving my home of ten years, a little nausea and a lot of cupcakes (people wonder where I put all the weight I gain from my stress-response-cake-binge-ing. The secret: each time I put on five pounds from devouring an entire cake, I lose it again before I eat another one).
But I've finally worked through to being excited about moving in with the man I love. In fact, now I can't wait until Sunday. That's the day my friends will help us move my furniture and boxes over and scrub THIS place down so I can get my security deposit back (over $500 so I definitely want it back). Good-bye, Spinster Pad!
One possible effect that moving in with this man will have on my blog: maybe with his computer (a PC) blogging will be easy again. Oh, I hope...
P.S. Alberto Gonzales is an incompetent idiot. Why George W. Bush even gets out of bed in the morning anymore is beyond me.