30%

I am only about 30% of the way through my Big Move to Brooklyn. The weather was a major deterrent. I would have had 37, maybe 39% of it complete had it not been for the gale force winds and sideways rain.

I painted my bedroom. It didn't go as well as planned. Firstly, I didn't tape it out because I couldn't find the tape Sara said she already had and that I didn't need to buy. I found the other stuff she had, but not the tape. Secondly, I really didn't think I'd need it since I bought one of those mini-rollers and a sweet brush for the tight spots. So, you know. I'll be repainting the trim sometime in the next two weeks or so.

Additionally, I had a bit of a heart attack over the color of the paint once I got it up. I originally had picked out a creamy off-white color, but at the last minute decided something in the light brown family would be appropriate. I picked "soft satin" or something just as lame.

It went up pink, y'all.

I had wanted neutral, and I got pink and I almost had a nervous breakdown. Even though it was recently revealed to me that I am a girly-girl (I always thought I was a little more well-rounded, but guess not), I simply could not imagine myself with a pink room, despite the fact that I just bought purple sheets and a pink pillow. HA!! But it dried well, and is now a soft, satin-y neutral. I'm still not crazy about it, but will live with it because I'm too tired for the alternative, which is repainting.

The weather was insane. I'm convinced it was really a hurricane and they just didn't want to tell us because...I don't know, it's more fun covering the Pope? The wind was so high, it pushed and pulled at me, and the rain was every which way, including upside down and YES, that can happen! I didn't realize how much energy I expended attempting to run my errands in a hurricane until I refused to put up that second coat of paint. As Rob and Fab once lip-synched, "blame it on the raiiin..."

After dinner with the Muppet and a terrible experience at Port Authority (it's always terrible, at least it's consistent), AND on the bus (my seatmate offered to allow me to go to the bathroom with him, told me to leave my light on because he was afraid of the dark [he was joking], went to go smoke in the bus's bathroom and asked me to watch his bag but to NOT LOOK IN IT, offered me Rings Dings and was upset when I refused, asked me what I was listening to on my iPod and when I told him it was Beck's new record, asked me to describe to him what type of music it could be classified as, then asked me if I had any reggae on the iPod, which I did, then wistfully spoke about the tracks I had in a way that CLEARLY suggested I should allow him to listen to my iPod, but DUDE, YOU'RE A STRANGER - I can barely allow other iPod owners to listen to it, and those people are my FRIENDS!) I am now in New Jersey.

Tomorrow, after having lost an hour to damn Daylight Savings time, I will wake at 8, go to Wal-Mart (!!!), load up the Matrix with gas and all my crap, pick up Kristie, drive us to New York where she will do Kim and Stephanie's hair while I drive to Brooklyn and pick up Kelly, then haul my crap up to the new place, finish painting the top bits that I couldn't reach (incredible considering I've never had that problem, being 2 inches shy of 6 feet tall), drive back into Manhattan, pick up all my crap at Kim's, drive it and Kristie back to the new place, unload the crap, drive Kristie right up to the Lincoln tunnel, turn the car over to her, watch her drive off into the sunset, then embark on the journey BACK to Brooklyn all the way from Manhattan's west side.

Sigh.

Wow. I'm sorry you guys had to sit through all that.

I'm getting a 64 oz. coffee tomorrow for sure. WaWa!!