Am I done yet?

I'm not writing from my apartment -- yet. Cable and internet will be set up Thursday, as will my new fridge. Hopefully I'll have emptied all my boxes (the ones that need to be emptied, that is!) and will have figured out how to assemble that damn rocking chair. Or will have gotten my father to do it.

I'm at my house (or my parents' house, as I should start referring to it *sniff*) for a last day of moving and cleaning. My brother is very anxious to move into my old room, you see, which is sort of funny because it used to be his room before it was mine. He doesn't want to repaint, though he might change his mind when he sees the walls in all their glory, pale blue paint with ten years' worth of grime and accumulated fun-tack and masking tape residue.

I'm really pleased with my new digs; with kimchii and desayuno over the other night, we could sit around (in chairs and watch tv in comfort.

Yesterday, punkieg discovered that I already have basic cable, but I still had to call this morning to get the extended package and internet. That was a looooong time on hold; I don't think even Bell made me wait that long!