Moving, the weekend, my knee, and assorted crap.

So. We're moved. It sucked ass. Never use a company you've never heard of. For $20/hr more, we could have used a more professional company. Now we know.

We're both tired, sore and overwhelmed. If you find yourself bored over the next week, consider coming over to talk to us as we move shite around and get the place set up.

My new doctor put me on an anti-inflammatory for my knee, which she says is bursitis. She's also referred me to physical therapy. Oh, fracking joy. *shrug* I also get to go have a metric frack-ton of bloodwork done.

She also strongly reccomended I seek a therapist/counselor to work through some of my remaining grief issues, as well as the high emotional toxicity of my youth. It's something I've been considering; we'll see.

Eating junk-food for the last two weeks (while our kitchen was under a ton of boxes) eradicated my weight loss. So once the pizza in the fridge is gone, it's back to healthier food for me (I'm never going to eat entirely healthy food; "healthier" is the best I can do).

And somewhere in all this, I have to write an essay draft tonight. Joy!