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There are some rules that I didn't think had to be written down, but I was wrong, so here's one of them: If your weblog does not include any nudity, and you regularly talk about feces, and in particular drinking feces soup, I am no longer going to read your weblog. I honestly promised myself a long time ago that I would never read that particular weblog again, but every time I go somewhere that has a link, I click it, I can't help myself. But today it stops. No more.
Elsewhere… Every day I've been packing a few boxes. Packing is fun, in it's own way. It gives me something to focus on, which I like. I could have had some movers come in and actually had them pack all my things into boxes, but that seemed like a recipe for unnecessary stress, especially for someone like me, so I told them to drop the boxes off and give me a week to pack myself. So far I've got 12 boxes done, and it's getting down to the dregs. The next thing to do is to pack the suitcases, so that I know that everything left goes into a box. I'll have a marathon session on Sunday to finish, then everything will get taken away by the movers and put into one or two large wooden crates. Then the freight forwarder, after proving to the authorities that I've gotten on an airplane, will send it to VA. Which is way better than what I did on the way here, which was buy boxes at Staples, then carry them myself to the UPS store.
Some management types took me out to lunch yesterday at a standard Chinese place where they always go for these types of things. Sea Cucumber: yum. (No.) Tonight some people I actually work with are taking me someplace that real people actually eat, a shrimp restaurant that has live shrimp in tanks surrounding the kitchen and cooks them in every possible variety. I've been there a half dozen times at least, I'm not crazy about it but a lot of people in this town like it, and it's kind of unique. Anyway, it's nice to get a free dinner.
The stress of finishing work, and packing, and closing up various other personal business has started to get to me. Tuesday I think I had my first actual migrane, I had to go home and pass out in bed before I threw up. And then after 12 hours of sleep I was still unnaturally tired, and my hands were shaking whenever I tried to pick something up. I'm not sure what's going on, I guess I just need more sleep, but it's troubling. When I get home next Wednesday I'm taking 4 days before going back to work, I think I need it.