Ticker says: 9 days.

Oh, fuck.

I'm extra panicked as I'm currently in a hotel in my home-home (ie: the city I grew up, where my parents live). It somehow doesn't feel right spending my last week in another city. But then, I'm sentimental like that.

I think we're going to be okay. Well, I know we're going to be okay, but we still have a lot of packing to do, and MW and I are both working over the weekend.

You may have sensed in my previous email that there were some issues. There was, but most of them have resolved themselves. Things seem to be all ready to go for Friday. My mind is still whirling with all the moving and driving events coming to a head, but hopefully in two weeks, they'll be all over with. So, we'll see.

Sorry about the frantic post, but there you have it.

(In case you don't remember what a Pogo Ball was, it looked something like this.) I am so over this being an adult thing. I don't want to get consolidation loans, get life insurance, and worry about cabinet sizes. I don't want a lawyer, or a mortgage agent, or an insurance agent, and I certainly don't want to pay them. I'd rather not worry about whether or not our appliances will fit, or who we will get to install them. I don't want to worry about dryer vents or fire rating or mother fucking permits.

This is just silly.

On top of it all, I don't want to have bile rising in my esophagus when I thinking about going out driving, like I am right now. To be fair, it is going well, but, Christ on a Bike, does my road test really need to be at the same time of our closing date? Really?

I'm taking small comfort in the fact that a month from now, hopefully a lot of this worries will be gone, and I'll be enjoying a frosty lemonade on my patio overlooking the liquor store. I'll have been newly licensed and I will be able to cook a meal and clean up afterwards and still be able to snuggle with my chubby kitties.

There wasn't any advanced notice, but Sue will be airing her final show this Sunday on the Oxygen network. I have mixed emotions. Three years ago, Sue and I had a bit of a falling out. Surprisingly, she is continuing to appear at speaking engagements, though if my last experience was any indication, she is past her prime. The past few years aside, though, you got to hand it to the lady - she's a pioneer in sex education. She has been my idol, and if it wasn't for our many Sunday nights together (with the volume turned down real low), I don't think I'd be the person I am now. The way she gave information was honest, funny, gross, and real. She did not have any hidden agendas, no political stance, it was just information - as much information she could squeeze into 40 minutes. I'm so happy that I managed to get myself on her show before she signed off for the last time (I predict with a lame condom joke). I am still sore that she moved her show to an American network, and most of us on this side of the border did not have access to her show. However, that's a small glitch in a lifetime of super, sexy, awesomeness.

Thanks, Sue.

First of all, though... The ticker has begun counting in DAYS, rather than months or even weeks. Oof. Days are moving quickly, aren't they? MW went over to the new house today, and took a picture of his new bedroom, also know as Dr. Demento's Dream Den.