Between St. Vincent de Paul not getting back to me until today (and saying that there wouldn't be a truck available until the 5th), and me being a general flake, there was no truck. In the absence of Truck,
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I hate to just say "fuck it" and leave the rest for the apartment complex staff to deal with, but ... at least there's not much now? I feel much more at peace now that the big clunkers are out of there. And it was enough for tonight.
Stopped in at the little place on the corner to let them know that I was moving, and they might not see much of me for quite some time. Referred the kid to $EMPLOYER; maybe that'll bear some fruit. He sounded interested. And omg, best orange chicken in the world. I miss the green onions in their recipe, though.
Got the fire extinguisher out of the car. That was the important part. Now, bed.