amorpheus

All right, so that last entry may have been premature. I wrote it on my way out the door, after my parents warned me that it may take weeks to get an appointment for the cable company to set up the Internet connection in my apartment. Since then, I have called them and made an appointment to get it connected on Tuesday. I would have just written an entry then to say, "Never mind, I'm an idiot," but the story isn't over yet.

You see, to finish my moving, I needed a place to sleep, and my parents had generously donated an old sofa-bed. Getting it upstairs was tricky, since it didn't quite fit through the doorway, and once we got it into the car, we found that it didn't really fit there either. Dad said that it was no problem, that we could drive around with the sofa sticking out of the back, and I would sit on the sofa and hold the door in place. Calling upon my years of training as a physics major, I said, "Won't the couch just fall out the back?" Taking advantage of my even more years of doing whatever he says, Dad replied, "With you counterbalancing it, there's NO WAY that will happen."

Of course, I wasn't that surprised when, once we got on the road, the sofa went flying out the back of the car with me on it, but my point is it was fucking AWESOME! I was unharmed, but the sofa lost two legs. So it seems I'll be staying at my parents' house tonight, and I'll actually only be going one night without Suicide Girls, and I think I might just be able to survive that. The moral of this story is that my parents aren't right NEARLY as often as they think they are.