Weekend recap:

I came home from work on Friday, really needing to go to the bathroom, only to find that someone had been there in my absence. I don't know what they were doing, but I suspect that it had something to do with my toilet (which I've never complained about and have never had a problem with), as it was the only thing they touched, apparently. My clues were the plant that had obviously been dropped and then simply picked up and put back in the pot, the disarray of the stuff I keep on the tank lid, and the dirt that was *everywhere*. Whoever dropped the plant then handled my bottles and jars, leaving smudges all over everything and didn't bother to clean up the floor. I was pissed. I still am.

Yes, I called the apartment manager and yes, I took pictures.

Saturday, I went olallieberry berry picking with a lot of friends, including J, as part of a birthday celebration for my new roomie, M. It was great fun and I came back with 4 1/2 pounds of berries, the use of which has yet to be determined.

Yesterday, I went to my first Gay Pride parade in San Francisco. It was great fun, from the Dykes on Bikes to Mikes on Bikes. I'm told there was more, but we were exhausted after standing for over 3 hours watching all the fun and left after the PFLAG float.

And I moved. I moved a lot of stuff. With the help of Jish and M, I got all my essential stuff moved in, and a lot of non-essential stuff. I'm now living there and going back to the old place every day to move at least one truckload.

I have a lot of stuff.

It's strange moving into a place that your roommate has been living in for a couple of years already. At the end of the evening, I start feeling like I have to pick myself up soon and drive back to my apartment, the visit is over. Imagine my relief when I realize I can just go in the next room and sleep in my own bed.

And that brings us to today, when my neck is soar, my feet hurt, I have bruises all over my arms and thighs (from the moving!), and I am TIRED.