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Well, after a week of ABSOLUTE HELL, the move is (almost) complete. Here I am sitting in my new pad, using somebody else's internet connection. Ahh, the fringe benefits of neighbors. The nice thing is that even though this is a multi-story apartment, I have no upstairs or downstairs neighbors. The building is built like steps up a hillside (so everybody gets the awesome view of the valley of the SF Peninsula, the airport, and the bay (and stuff across the bay)).

There is a plane flying overhead. I am right under the airspace for SFO airport takeoffs and landings.

How today progressed, in steps:

1. Wake up at 5 am

2. Finish packing moving van (it took 3 whole days!!)

3. Tell landlord that I'll continue renting for another week because I'm out of room in the moving van and out of time to clean up. Yay, I get to go back down next weekend.

4. Find a bagel. Too much cream cheese.

5. Drive in a delerious daze to storage.

6. Spend hellish hours in hot valley heat unloading most of the junk into storage unit. Almost die.

7. Drive in another delerious daze up to the bay. Add traffic in for fun.

8. Unload rest of stuff into tiny one room apartment. Oops. Too much stuff.

9. Drive moving van to drop-off place to return it (26 footer, not easy to navigate)

10. Realize you never topped off the tank. Damn.

11. Drive around for half an hour trying to find deisel.

12. Find deisel 1 block from where you left the truck. (idiot!)

13. Finish truck business and finally go home. New home.

14. Steal the internet to type this useless list.

Now I need to sleep. 1st day of new work starts at 8:45am.