There are three boxes full of disassembled furniture in my garage. If you are a teamster or a sentient forklift and would like me to buy you dinner, feel free to stop by and help me haul the heavy bastards up the stairs into the apartment. Lynthia is an angel.
If you get any sentient-forklift takers, can you pass them my way after they're through helping you? I could probably get a damned fine ethnography published out of interviewing the first known sentient machinery...
(Seriously though - best luck with the furniture!)
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Date: 2008-06-07 12:55 am (UTC)(Seriously though - best luck with the furniture!)