Is it May yet?

I cannot wait until our office move is done. I woke up three times last night to write down notes for myself so I wouldn't forget to:

• ask Stella to run labels for the camp mailers
  
• get the folders made for the boss to take to DC
• Find out what's in the mystery cabinet in the copy room (nothing exciting)
  
• call the copier company to arrange for them to move the copiers
• figure out who's responsible for packing and moving the printers, fax machines, scanners, etc.
• What do we do with the giant ferris wheel made of K'Nex?
• And for the love of God, what am I going to do with all the shit in my office???

Seriously. This move is giving me nightmares. And not nightmares like "the furniture gets stolen off the truck," but the kind that seemingly having nothing to do with the move, but you know some dream analyst would tell me that the dream about the homeless woman who followed me home in a blizzard and who turned out to be my long-lost sister is really about unwanted extra duties that keep bugging me while I'm trying to do an already-challenging job.

That's why I accepted the invitation to have dinner with my Tower friends at the soon-to-be defunct Spaghetti Factory on Sunset. I had the spaghetti, naturally, with meatballs, because I've been craving it. It was fun. I miss those guys--and Shawn.


Morrissey is on Jimmy Kimmel tonight and all I can think of is the time I saw him buying Diet Coke at Pavilions in West Hollywood. I wonder if Sam Caro is watching. Sam loved him some Morrissey.