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It's Monday evening. The 3-day window for the movers was THIS Thursday-Saturday. They still haven't given us a day. I'm about to lose my mind. Do I have a day left to pack? Three? How insane do I need to be right now?
Plus Yuripants has chewed a back claw down to the nub, the car needed something something CV joint boots replaced, and the Rat's insurance is having fits, which means interfacing with my insurance as secondary insurance is having fits. And if Congress doesn't get its **** in one sock I might not have a job when I get to the East Coast.
But other than that, the play was great.
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