So at long last , after a series of crises that would have knocked the shit out of Job, I have triumphed and am not only living in my lovely mew apartment, but have just finished the long anticipated last haul. Considering I started this process on April 5th (my birthday, sweetly enough.) I don’t think I have ever been so physically exhausted and at one point during what turned from moving from simple relocation into some kind of Death March, Super Agent Fred confided to our friend he had never seen me so stressed out. And this is a friend who saw me through the dark days of R Man’s dying and death.
It was bad and one day I will recount the horrors. let this stand as a symbol: yesterday (I think it was yesterday, it’s all a blur) I was stuck in very slow bumper to bumper traffic on an of ramp and briefly just dozed off. I was awakened by the thud of my bumper hitting a very nice young woman who has since texted me and said there was no harm, so don’t worry about it. I did not reveal to her that as son as I realized I had hit her, all I felt was a mild annoyance. “Oh christ, not one more thing” was pretty much my whole summation of the event.
So anyway, here’s a picture of my new apartment with me,more or less conscious.
I’m sorry, I will write more soon, but I am beyond exhaustion. I am running on nothing but frazzled nerves at this point. Look for scintillating insights and random punctuation soon. Very soon.
Also, a naked youth