Michael R. Barrick's blog

I spent the whole day today ripping up carpet, movng carpet from one room to another, changing locks, packing and other difficult things. I'm sore and exhaused and need to be up at a revoltingly wee hour tomorrow for a gruelling day of moving and yahoo boy upstairs set about to his line-dancing at 11pm sharp. Gotta say, it makes it all seem right. It completely washed away the misplaced guilt I was feeling for citing him as a reason I'm bailing on this place.

The question I really have to ask, do people who actually yell "yahoo" know that they are, by definition, yahoos?

I'm moving Saturday. I pick up the truck at 8am. Who wants to help?

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/174847.html

The building was evacuated. Fire trucks came. I've now been down and back up eleven stories of stairs (got my exercise for the day!). It was something minor in the upper penthouse floor (didn't know the building had a penthouse until now), probably a false alarm considering how quickly we were allowed back in again and the absence of visible smoke. No sprinklers went off or anything like that. Needless to say people were making joking comments about aeroplanes and such in the stairwell on the way down.

How come, without fail, just when you think everything is just fine something always comes along to cast doubt. Why can't, just for once, that grass on the other side of the fence be choked to death by spiny weeds?

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/173493.html