Round, Round, I Get Around

I dusted the living room while my lunch was cooking. It goes pretty fast. Cleaned off the kitchen table.

Went to the bank to get money for the movers. Dropped off stuff at storage. My combination lock wasn't working, so the manager there cut the lock and gave me a new keyed lock free of charge.

Submitted a change of address form. At the UPS Store, dropped off packages to be mailed to me in Urbana and a couple of boxes of stuff to shred.

Crud. The Post Office wants me to come in to verify my change of address. I did and brought some things with my new address on it, but they wanted something with the Michigan address on it. I found something and went back, only to be told that the first lady had put it through. Whatever. I think that it's nap time after I put clothes in the dryer. Couldn’t sleep.

Started cleaning the breezeway, but I cut myself on a jagged aluminum can, and it's gushing blood. No bandages in the house. I just ordered some for delivery, which makes them very expensive, but oh well. I thought about just going to sleep and getting up really early, but the delivery won't get here until between 9 and 10 PM. What a clusterfuck. Maybe I can do more dusting with my other hand. Damn, that hurts.

I emailed my professor that my assignment will be late.

My cleaner left her vacuum cleaner here. I don't know how we will connect.

Dusted the "plant room" and "TV room". Unhooked the cable box to return tomorrow. Dusted upstairs.

Given that my wound stopped bleeding, I'm thinking of going to bed soon.