I shouldn't have wasted all that time and money on the bed, and just arranged the pile of boxes in a relevant shape...
In any case, I got myself together and headed out "early" to deal with trying to get moved out by next Monday. That, of course, meant getting to the HoD at something like 5:00pm. It also meant taking a couple of hours at 8:00pm to go get some food at Cheesecake Factory with timenchanter, followed by a return to packing when Timmie went off to welcome electrichobbit back home.
I seriously thought of joining in, but I have this panic situation...
If it hasn't been clear, I hate moving. I hate trying to decide what's useful and what's not, I hate trying to figure out what goes in which box, and I just do not have a good time with it.
And I just did about 8 hours' worth. With... some results. I've mostly worked on the stuff in my room, trying to pack up clothes, figure out what's in the dressers, that sort of thing. So all the drawers in all the furniture are empty, the pile of clothing on the floor has been packed away, and the piles on top of the furniture are slightly thinner.
It feels like I just might be able to barely make it out of there by Monday, so long as I ignore all the crap in the rest of the place.
I drove a heaping truckful'o'shit (mostly furniture) home at about 3:30am, and absent-mindedly wondered why my car was the only one parked on my side of the street, followed by the realization that it had been illegally parked for two and a half hours.
I parked the truck, ran for the car, and reparked it. Not only did I not get a ticket, but it turns out I moved it about 15 minutes before the street sweeper came through. A little too close for comfort.