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So, after I left work last night, I had some kind of epic nonlinear narrative adventure. I could not appreciate this at the time, because I was in quite severe pain in my head, and everything remains slightly fuzzy because of that. But it's worth recounting anyway, because damn.

( Thursday are for losers. )

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Internet, you are full of shiny things!

51stcenturyfox has just posted a fic I helped beta, 99:00, for the Torchwood Darkfest. I loved it to pieces, and I'm not usually into darkfic, so I can wholeheartedly recommend it -- though if you aren't into darkfic, read with caution or have someone else spoil you about what happens first.

Department of ohay guyz I hear you liek coupons:

Groupon is a coupon deal offered to Chicago locals (and many other cities -- Boston, New York, Toronto, San Francisco, Denver, Miami, just to name a few). You get one daily email about whatever deal is going on, and while normally they're for food or entertainment occasionally they're really awesome -- I got a $40 membership to the Art Institute Museum last year from Groupon. Today's Groupon, you pay $20 upfront and get a certificate to Fox & Obel worth $40, which I, being a huge Fox & Obel fan, think is quite the deal.

Anyway, I wanted to make locals aware of it -- and slyly offer that if you follow this link to the website, the first groupon you buy, I get a $10 credit in my account. I'm not saying everyone sign up and buy shit, I'm just saying, if you're going to sign up today's a good day to do it, and if you do sign up, why not help a guy out? :D

Many people have demanded that I not fall over while moving boxes tomorrow.

I can make no promises.

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So this weekend. I HAVE A PLAN. And because I require validation (uh, hello entire internet, let me tell you about the intimate details of my life) I will tell you about the plan.

Tomorrow morning imma get up and take a suitcase over to storage and fill it up, and clear out those last two boxes I haven't cleared yet. Then imma take that suitcase home on the bus, because that's how I roll.

Tomorrow afternoon, we're taking a Go Car over to storage, loading it up, hopefully fitting all remaining belongings into it, and driving it home, where I will attempt to get six boxes up three flights of stairs in three trips or less, with the aid of a trusty handcart. I am going to try not to give myself heart failure while doing this. Then we return the car, and hopefully R will allow me to come home and collapse without going on a dinner run or something.

Depending on whether a) we get all the boxes moved and b) whether there's a shit-ton of trash left, I go back over to storage on Sunday and throw out whatever remains and close out the space for good, and then I and all my belongings will live happily ever after while I try to figure out a place to put everything.

Needless to say, given that several elements of this plan depend on me being both competent and physically coordinated, I am very nervous.