Stacy Refuses to Write

In the interest of truly freaking out about moving, Stacy actually picked up a pen and paper today, wrote a STORY, and still won't put up a blog. I think it's because she's a punk, but she keeps whining about how she's "just too busy." This could mean one of two things. The choices are (a) I'm right, and she's a huge wimp, or (b) she is doing much more packing than I am. I guess it could also be a combination of the two.

Anyway, Stacy's refusal to log onto our blog aside, let me tell you the story of THE WORST TUESDAY EVER. The caps are for effect, you see. The plan for today, as I understood it, was that I would fly to NYC and attend a "job fair." I put that in quotes for those of you who understand that this does not, in any way, even guarantee me an interview. Then I was supposed to have two interviews tomorrow. I went to work, I went to the airport in my suit, I went through security... I was doing okay right up until the point where I would actually be boarding said plane. Which, by the way, never actually arrived. Turns out that flights are occasionally cancelled due to "extreme weather (or "rain," as we laymen call it)". Lucky me. This is sweet. I love the prospect of unemployment, and perhaps eventual prostitution to pay my rent.

So I'm still in Buffalo, and have only managed to pack three or four boxes of my stuff, and we leave on Sunday. I can't wait to see how I pull this one off.