Bank of America sucks big hairy monkey balls. Don't ever use them. That being said, it looks like we'll be closing our accounts down a day or two before the move and then taking our money with us via cashier's check across the country. *sigh* We'll open our new accounts whenever we can, but it will probably be a few days after our arrival because we'll be staying 3 hours away at my Mom's place while the movers make their cross country trek. I hope to God that all my checks have cleared by the time I need to close down the accounts.

There is no Christmas this year. It has been cancelled. We have no tree because of the upcoming move and since we're moving so close to Christmas it just isn't going to work out. So, we've all agreed not to get each other anything. Gabriel is not included in that. Santa will only be stopping off for him this year. And as much as I love Christmas, as long as Gabriel gets some loot and has a good time, that's good enough for me. Okay, I do hope we can do the turkey dinner from Dick's again this year at my Mom's house.

I still need my Dad to call me back about how he wants to work payment for the move.

Last night we stayed in. We gamed, bathed Gabriel, etc. Typical around the house night. We didn't bother with TV because there's nothing on that we're interested in on Tuesday nights.

I still need to figure out how to get a new phone and contract with Cingular and change my number at the same time. Apparently this isn't something they know how to do. Feh.

I'm chugging a Red Bull right now (sugar free). I love that stuff. It's addicting and keeps me from falling asleep. And it's the only energy drink that my cardiologist said was all right... in moderation.

This morning our box order was delivered. Our living room is now filled with boxes and I'm not sure how to make my way into the bedroom when I need to change Gabriel's diaper. Hrm. When Rob gets home tonight we'll move the boxes somewhere a bit more convienient. I just had them put in the living room because that's the only place in the apartment that has any space left. One poor guy was delivering the boxes and had to make trip after trip through the maze like hallways of our building to deliver these things. It took him about an hour to do. I tipped him well. He deserved it.

Holy shit. This is really happening. The movers will be here two weeks from today.

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