… I was late to work. M53 was a parking lot. Van Dyke was a parking lot. I696 was a parking lot. I275 was a parking lot. M14 was not a parking lot.

Twenty minutes late. Luckily, I’m never going to have to make a Monday morning trip like that again. Well, not in the near future anyway. I don’t have to drive in to work from Shelby until Friday morning, and after that… probably not until Xmas.

So far, I’ve got these people helping out for the move on Wednesday:

Dad, starts in the morning with me with his 2004 Malibu.
Joe, starts whenever he gets in to Shelby from Lansing with his S10.
, starts around 1 or 2 with his… uhm… whatever car.
and , whenever they can show up in the Cresta.
Mike and Amy Weaver (possibly just Mike), with their Ford Focus after 6 PM.
, with his leeetle car, after 9 PM. Probably mostly unpacking and hanging out by this point. Heh.

And possibly Mark aka Cho Cho with his ginormous truck. I’ll have to bug him tomorrow to find out if he can get around his family stuff for hauling one load.

Dad is going to try to see if GM will let him borrow a van for the day, but it’s iffy. I’ve got my fingers crossed.

So, sinus medication fixes almost everything. I’ve got the PC nearly completely packed, and the Mac sans peripherals. Not bad for watching anime down here in the basement for the last time in a while and being online (read: IM’ing).

I’m also going to gather and straighten stuff in the bedroom and pack for tomorrow night in Lansing. I miss terribly and desperately. I wish she had access to an OS X mac with iChat AV. That would cut way down on the cell phone bills, and we’d be able to be distracted while talking. *sigh*

I really, truly, and only somewhat secretly wish that we could be together as often as we were when I was jobless.

But, then, it could be almost that if I can make a career out of writing. So rare, but such a worthwhile goal.

Sometimes I worry that I’m too good at tech support, since it’s nowhere close to what I want to do for the rest of my life.

Shelby Twp has been a dream world for me. A dream world of no responsibility and a nightmare of constantly driving. A haze of heavy lids in front of a steering wheel and being overly-thankful for rest areas on highways.

Never getting the same kind of air means rarely getting a restful sleep. Smokey air, air filled with dog hair, or really, really dry air. Sure, once I’m used to it, I’m fine, but I’m always changing, always moving.

I have a headache and am fairly sleep-deprived. I feel like I’ve got a cold sweat, so maybe I’m getting sick again. I don’t know.

I didn’t expect it to be this painful to push my way out of the dream world.

I left the Weavers’ apartment with a half an hour to get to work. Plenty of time on a Saturday morning to get from the east side of Ypsilanti to the west side of Ann Arbor.

Except when it’s the day that the University of Michigan plays Ohio State in football.

I was an hour and twenty minutes late. I spent an hour and a half on the highway, EVEN THOUGH I DIDN’T DRIVE FROM SHELBY TODAY.

I can’t even put my frustration into words, I’m so livid.

So, I have Tuesday and Wednesday off this week. My move-in date is scheduled for Wednesday, but I’m going to try to push it up to Tuesday. So, if anyone that wants to and is able to help could email me at childe at ofdoom dot com, I will be happy to work out when we can meet and what kind of alcohol/food I will need to buy you.

Of COURSE that’s a flagrant bribe. :)

I’ll find out soon when/where I get to pick up my cable boxen as well. My change of address form has been submitted, and I should be getting my health insurance card any damn day now. Heh.

Got an oil change for the car this weekend, as well as visiting , hanging out with ‘s mom and sister for dinner on Tuesday, and watching Finding Nemo last night. “Mine.” Ellen Degeneres did a superb job on the voice of the forgetful fish.

I’ve got to get back on the wagon (like those sharks) as far as working out goes. I can’t tonight, due to LARP, so I’m going to have to tomorrow and the next day. Must get back on a regular schedule.