1:35 p.m. - 2007-07-17

Dear Movers,

I certainly hope you don't expect any sort of diverting company or modicum of humanity from me tomorrow whilst you are moving my belongings. You'd be sadly out of luck if you were since my brain has been forced to eject any and all traces of "personality" in favor of cataloguing all possible details of this move. So terribly sorry in advance, movers! And I know you deserve to be entertained during heavy lifting.

I'm actually hoping that you will be kind of like the two man team that I had the last time I moved - over 3 years ago. One speaking great English and being very gregarious, and the other primarily a non-speaking role. And of course it was the mover in the non-speaking role who came to fetch me when 3/4 of my panty collection ended up being deposited on the stairs. I was ever so grateful that he came and got me, then observed while I grabbed big handfuls of tangled panties as opposed to grabbing those panty handfuls himself.

And I felt like my last movers and I shared a bond by the end of the hours spent in eachothers' company. I just know that we will end up being just as close. And maybe it will be socks this time, not panties. Or maybe we should just stick with panties since - if it ain't broke...

Looking forward very much to meeting you,

Me