Khayah is in the [new] hizzouse

Man I'm so awesome. I put my underwear on inside out and sideways this morning and didn't even notice until almost 1pm.

Man I'm so tired. After months of truly gruelling searching, Jack and I have found a new place to live that completely exceeds our expectations, with an awesome housemate to boot. That's right, we found a stranger who is cooler to live with than nobody at all...on the Internet! The house is an unpretentious 3-bedroom gig on MLK off Union. It's cute and about four times the size of our apartment. What a relief! The roomie is a bespectacled, dark-haired scientist named David who is not played by Jeff Goldblum (to my mild disappointment) . It would be fair to say that Jack and I are somewhat in awe of him. I'm sure it will wear off, but the truth is he's kinda living the dream and we both really respect that. He's also a giant nerd and seems pretty fun. Nevertheless, as I have stated before, the social awkwardness in a room increases exponentially with the number of geeks in said room, and this makes the icebreaking that is normally a little awkward with new roomies that much stiffer. Ah, well.

We found out on Friday morning that we got the place, and my friend volunteered her van on Monday, so I spent the "weekend" busting my ass to pack up the whole house in like a day and a half. It's pretty much done, except for my bed that has a stuck screw delaying its disassembly and a couple baskets of clothes. And the cats, who are staying behind until the very last trip to prevent their running away. Until then, we're in limbo, sleeping on the floor at what is now "Nick's Place" to babysit the cats while all our stuff is half a mile away. I can't wait for everything to be settled in and unpacked. I cannot wait for a return to order. Man, all my books are just stacked in boxes arranged by size! It's a good thing I used sticky labels to facilitate their being returned to Dewey decimal order.

I miss using real dishes. Paper plates suck. I miss my microwave. I miss being able to browse LotR or Ender's Game whenever I feel like it, and in such tumultuous days as these, that would be a real comfort.

Not much else has happened in the last few days, except I made up a truly excellent bad joke:
Q: What did the polynomial say to the Distributive Property?
A: "Zounds! FOILed again!"

Aw, I kill myself.