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apt. 4r: the unboxing.

The movers were two hours late, but instantly forgiven for being adorable, and efficient, and astoundingly cheap. One dude was some kind of minor league pro wrestler or something - he showed me a photo on his BlackBerry of himself, bodyslamming some other dude in a for realsies wrestling ring. Like in that movie, the Wrestler. Also he was eager to talk to me about my Nirvana records and my tattoos, so. I don't know what else you even want.

Some downsides: My plumbing is fucked. The faucet in the tub doesn't stop running, and the water that comes out is piping hot. I have to keep the door shut, and that almost drowns out the noise, but then the bathroom turns into a sauna. My landlord says he's going to try to get a plumber in this weekend; I kind of don't believe him.

So he didn't have the plumbing fixed before I arrived, nor did he have the apartment cleaned before I arrived, which he assured me he would do. The cleaner is coming tomorrow. I'm not sure how that's going to work, what with all the stuff sitting around, but hey, I didn't want to unpack anyway.

Oh, and my dresser that I love? It doesn't fit. It doesn't fit anywhere. Not unless I want to put it in front of the bedroom window, but that means no AC, and no AC means no sleep.

I know: first world problems, but I cried a lot today, you guys. Moving is a cruel mistress.

On the upside, I've got stolen wireless to tide me over until Time Warner comes on the 7th. Oh, also, NO ONE LIVES IN THIS APARTMENT BUT ME.

Those teal-colored crates have been following me around since college. I don't remember ever liking them.

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