10 October 2000
	Well, that was an eventful weekend. Our new furniture arrived on Saturday - not without hiccups. First they were running late - they called about twenty minutes before they were supposed to arrive to tell us they were going to be three hours late. The woman who called kept apologizing lingeringly, like she was waiting for me to tell her I didn't mind. Well, I did, and I wasn't going to tell her it was all right when it wasn't.   Finally, they showed up and got everything unpacked, but when they went to move the van so the angle would be better for loading our old furniture to take it away, it wouldn't start. So for a good half hour or more, the store owner sat on our new couch waiting for AAA to call him back and let him know when the tow truck would come.   But they did eventually go away, taking our old furniture (including the awful Iron Couch!) and leaving us with our new stuff, which pretty much completely fills the living room. Now I'm beginning to think I need to perform a major cleaning in there - there are piles of stuff everywhere; I can't even open the blinds without tripping over books and stuff. There's no reason to keep our set of coolers in the living room, and the stacks of magazines need to be sorted and disposed of. And it probably wouldn't hurt to actually put some of the books away and get rid of the old CD racks, which are cluttering up yet another corner.   What I'd really like is a nice, sectional magazine rack. I want four sections: One for the newspaper, one for actual magazines, one for our plethora of catalogs, and one for comics. Not that I have any hope we'd actually use it regularly, but at least when these fits of loathing for the clutter overtake me, I'd have someplace logical to put it all.   After we got the furniture, I called my mom and tell her about it only to discover that her brother and his wife were in town for the PGA tournament at Kingsmill. (Watching, not playing.) They invited us to meet them for dinner at one of our favorite local restaurants, the Backfin.   Matt and I called ahead to make reservations, and we all had a lovely meal.   Fuck. Fuckity-fuck-fuck-fuck. For the past, oh, forty-five minutes I've been writing up a lovely description of my weekend. It had angst! It had intelligence! It had wit!   Everything except what you've read above was stupidly erased when I changed the name of the file. I don't want to type it all in again. I'm too mad at myself. You'll just have to wait until tomorrow. Bah. I hope this isn't indicative of my week...
	Currently Reading: - nothing   Current Projects: - silly little crafty things   Diet Progress: 13.5 lbs lost - I can feel control slipping away...
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