Lots and lots and lots.
I loaded up a carload of stuff earlier and drove it over to the new place where I discovered that our landlord had moved my meticulously placed stuff in order to install a new window. On the one hand, I now have a window that will fit my air conditioner (the old one wouldn't). On the other hand, he's coming back on Monday to finish the job, which means that I can't actually put my bed where I wanted it until Monday night. I'm considering my alternatives. I was thinking about spending the night there, but knowing that I'll have to rearrange everything just to put my bed down doesn't make me terribly happy. Maybe if I were moving stuff now instead of writing in my livejournal...
Of course, I might as well write in my livejournal. There's no moving to be done until The Boys (that's my current roommates, not my testicles) have moved their vehicles. Parking is a comodity on Washburn Place right now, and they're taking up a couple of spaces, thanks to Nate's truck and trailer. Lance has our driveway spot, so I'm a block away. On the next trip out they're dropping off all of the vehicles except Nate's truck, so I'll be able to move closer to the house. They're probably heading out now, but I think I'll wait just a bit before going downstairs... They just destroyed Sean's expensive entertainment center while they were trying to move it, and everyone's slightly upset (read: fuming). Hence the swearing I mentioned above.
Oh, for what it's worth, Sean found the porn I hid under his bed, but I was at the other house when it happened. Sounds like it was an anticlimactic event anyway. Long story short, I found some ancient pornography in my closet, and convinced the AEG to write me a note reading "Sean -- I thought you might be lonely, so I bought you these. xox, Mom." I slapped the note onto a copy of Black 18, and hid it under his mattress with a copy of Hawk. This was like, sometime in May, and he didn't find them until just now, which means that I must be the only person in the world who really lifts up the mattress to make the bed. Whatever. Either way, his reaction (I'm told) was basically "what's this? I don't have any porn." Ah, well.
Anybody want a copy of Black 18? Or Hawk?