Kate - I know what you mean about college students perpetually moving in the summer. This was our fourth move too, and we made each other promise that we won't move at all for the next three years, that we'll stay in this particular apartment whether we like it or not, because moving is hell. I was going to comment on your computer desk trauma story earlier, but I forgot, so I'm sorry to be back on this moving topic, but anyway... Back in Iowa, Paul got rid of his computer desk, because it was in bad shape and just wasn't worth moving. So the night we arrived in Idaho, one of the first things he did was go buy the exact same computer desk at Staples. In Paul's universe, nothing in the apartment could be unpacked until his desk was set up. It made sense in one way, and was ludicrous in many ways. Hours later, after he had put together numerous parts incorrectly and blamed the instructions for being wrong, he attempted to move the unweildy thing by himself. Particle board being particle board, the left cabinet gave way, spewing particle board particles all about, and the desk sort of half-collapsed. Paul looked like he was going to cry. Instead, he threw his glasses at the desk and set about with duct tape and random screws, repairing into the wee hours of the night. Meanwhile, I challenged the laws of physics in the Paul Universe and unpacked things before the all-important computer desk was functional.
Moscow is making me happy because the little video store in town rocks. Movies are 99 cents on weeknights and they have every bizarre, cult-classic, film festival movie ever made. Then they have a whole section that is organized by actor and director, so there's the Christopher Walken shelf, the Johnny Depp shelf, etc. And instead of giving me a card with my account number, the clerk handed me a tiny white sticker, like a price tag with four numbers on it, and was like, "here's your card." and I stood there with the sticker stuck on my pinky, thinking "well, technically, that's not a card" and also thinking, "where the hell am I supposed to stick this?" So I put it on my friend's business card from the Cleveland Planned Parenthood. Makes sense.
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