August 4, 2001
Just moved my first loads of furniture to the apartment Thursday night. Fought with the futon for a while before I got it together, but I managed to avoid injuring myself. I guess when you look at it in that light, the evening was a success.
This is just turning out to be so much more annoying than I thought it would be. I'm going to have to spend most of Saturday afternoon over there, just getting everything set up so I can move in more of my stuff so I can get that organized so I can ...
Ugh.
Anyway, all of you out there who are older than about 25 are undoubtedly reading this and wondering what the hell I'm complaining about. Nothing, really. I figured that it wasn't as simple as it seemed, and I turned out to be right.
But this section is here just so I can vent the contents of my brain, so here ya go.
