So I’ve moved some stuff to the new house — thanks to Tore and Tony for giving me a hand. Other than that, nothing is happening. I still need to move a table, a footrest, my clothes and my TV/Receiver/VCR. It’s going to be a bitch to get the satellite working in the new house, what with trying to make it a clean run and drilling holes and such. Oh, and housematt is gone for the weekend to Seattle — have a good time, sunshine! I’m so tired. Not just physically tired, but tired of the drama. Blech. I’m tired of people who say one thing, and then boldly go forth and do the opposite. I’m tired of people not following through on their word, and I am not so keen on the humongous lack of food in my new house. … … … On another note, it is now policy to not introduce any female friends with relationship potential to any male friends that I may or may not know. They will all be hoarded and shrouded in secrecy. Someone broke the left control key on my laptop. I’m infuriated, but nothing I can do.