Ahem. WOOT!

OPERATION: Get the Fsck out of Harundale is now green-lighted.

Many many thanks to C, who after consideration and (much less than I expected) questions, agreed to bankroll said Operation. It will put an end to the financial hemorrhage that's been slowly sucking the life out of both Megan -and- I for nearly four years. So what's going to be happening? Ah, glad you asked.

1. Sit down in the office for the GreenTree Apartment complex, and begin paperwork to lock down a two bedroom with den apartment.
2. Sit down with Mr Carignan and start the paperwork for bankruptcy proceedings... and get final numbers for move-in costs.
3. Do a strafing run on WalMart for Rubbermaid totes, and start washing and packing up as much of the clothing/bed linens/towels as can be packed away.
4. Take a brief two day excursion to NJ, set up the father-in-law's computer, and then retreat to a quiet corner and read. Considering I'm usually ignored, this is an ideal recharge method.
5. Finalize papers with GreenTree, get keys, worship C a bit more, and commence packing things.
6. Draft several volunteers (several of which don't know it's coming) and do a big push to get all the -big- stuff out of here and into the apartment.
7. Get all the remainder stuff out of the main body of the house.
8. To prevent stirring up an invasion of insect life, pick up some bug foggers and bomb the entire house.
9. Dig out my boots, buy heavy rubber gloves and facemasks, and start ripping through what's in the addition. I'm expecting fully 50% of the things out there will be on the 'destroyed' list. Pack what survived into totes.
10. Leave any and all trash/debris/destroyed materials here. 's not my problem anymore. Destroy anything with personal information, leave the rest.
11. Cheerily flip off the prissy biker dude that lives behind us and walk away... leaving the lawn unmowed to drive his neurotic arse utterly insane.
12. Begin attempting to rebuild my life. This includes 'trivial' things like hormones, sanity, and trying to start paying C back.

In other news:

• Megan was told today she has the job she interviewed for this past Monday. She starts this coming Monday, working nights until she's trained.
• There was much entertaining geeking with K tonight. I worry that his job's going to implode around him, but I can't fault him for hanging on. He's not likely to flame out like I did, thankfully.
• In a month or so, I'll actually have tiny bits of money that're really and truly mine. I can't even begin to describe how much I'm looking forward to that.
• I'm so damned happy right now that it's hard to sit still. :p
• It's actually not raining. :)

And I think that's it. Right? Yes. :)

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Aaight. I'm up again, and on my way back to fully coherent. I'm rereading the early AM post to make sure I got all the relevant details in.

Yah, most of the big stuff is there. Even the sequencing's pretty spot on, which is amazing considering hos sleep-pasted I was. This morning I discover that the dirty laundry mountain in the hallway has been reduced by at -least- a third, probably closer to half.

While I was at C & K's last night, Megan did five or so loads of laundry. Surveying the stat of the house... I'm going to have to do a bit of cleaning once I've got the Rubbermaid totes; there's no way that the living room can be used as a staging area the way it siits. Hrm. Going to have to fix that, and soon. I also need to get hold of Fuzzy to see if he and Adam can come play furniture jocks with me when the moving actually starts.

Once we've got a signed lease, I can hang things out of my way and disconnect two of my three machines here. The Mac is more than sufficient as a solo machine... I'll just be limited for video playback for a bit. But that'll let me amputate a mile or so worth of cabling, and reduce the last minute stuff to something a bit more manageable. Ideally, I move the G3 onto one of the small end tables so that the -desk- can be moved as well. Not sure how that's going to work, really. I know that if I attack it with a screwdriver it does break down into something even the Saturn could port... but that's a hell of a lot more work than I really want to do. :p

Erf. Things to do. Must run. But I also wanted to say thank you to the double handful of folks that responded to MY LAST POST, and to the folks who've been staunch and steadfast supporters. The nightmare is almost over. I'm hopeful... I might even make it out of this place alive. I'll provide details and such as they become available.

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• Paperwork for the apartment is started.
• Looked at one of the two bedroom units, and discovered that the 'den' is a glorified closet. Opted to put our names on a standard 2br/1ba unit.
• First round of plastic totes have been picked up.
• Appointment with the bankruptcy attorney is set for Tuesday.
• Initial 'assessment of stuff' leaves me with the surety of needing to rent a small storage cubicle at one of the U-Stor type places. An annoyance, but not a critical one.
• I'm tired. Very very tired. Therefore I'm going to take a nap. If anyone needs me, I'll be worshipping at the temple of the inner eyelid.

For those joining the LJ-based reality program late, THIS POST contains the bulk of the information.

Now that that's been taken care of...

zzzzZZZzzzzzzzz....