The week is wearing on me. All the packing, taping, organizing boxes. Today I had an emergency meeting at work with very little notice. It was one of those "it's your job to make us look good" kind of things. It seemed successful and since the other GA had been giving me a hard time about not being in the office every day, I finally felt like sticking my tongue out at her. I refrained.

The bad news is that I wasn't able to get the things done at Michelle's that I needed to like hanging up clothes and making room for the move on Saturday.

We brought the cat over last night. She got sick in her carrier. Now she's adjusting. I think she remembers M's apartment because she's finding her favorite spots again.

I am tired. M is tired. The Internet is tired.