Tuesday happened. I am utterly failing to remember what I did. I think I was just being sore from walking too much on Monday. Wait, Tuesday involved finishing packing my display Lego. And then dropping and smashing my Disney castle - after which I picked up (hopefully) all the pieces and then had a long cry.
Wednesday morning I went to Hocken library with a bag full of old school magazines/year books and my collections of theatrical programs, funeral programs and ticket stubs going back in my teenage years. And the library took them all.
Stuff purged.
I got rid of things I have no use for but could never bring myself to throw out - because I am stupid sentimental about being stupid.
Then I got home and a while later one of the tenancy managers (the one I can't take seriously as his fly was down through the entirely of the first function I met him at) arrived with my new lease agreement and keys. I have keys.
So them I went and made an awkward tour video through my unit for instagram.
And then I started moving my boxes of display Lego. By the end of the day I had moved all of it. Completely filling one of the bedroom wardrobes. Which means it is safely out of the way for when actual furniture gets moved. In the process I utterly burned myself out.
This morning I couldn't stand for a while. But recovered a bit faster than on Tuesday, and managed to go down the stairs for my small countdown order as that same lazy delivery guy claimed that the COVID level prevented him going into apartment buildings - we are back on level one, that excuse is stupid. My Lego minifigures series 21 arrived and the box didn't have the mix of pieces they had told fan sites (but not the product listing) so I didn't get three full sets but two and extras. I also learened that the movers won't be moving my furniture until March, so the stuff I have already moved may be premature. And then I took up Oli's offer for lunch in town.
After a nice lunch of Satay soup with Oli, I bought a couple of shirts from Farmers and headed home. Then I bumped into Shitlord's bestie again and had a more normal conversation this time. It seems Shitlord really did burn his bridges. His I-guess-now-former best friend is not happy with him, and said several things that made clear that they were actual things and not just stuff in my head. I am not as crazy as I often worry I am.
Then I got home before hitting the wall. Spoons overspent. I went splat.
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