I'm sitting here with ice on my big fat knee. I don't know what I've done to it, but it seems that I have developed tendinitis in my right knee. Right in the middle of my move. I managed to get my hanging clothes and other odds and ends over to the new place yesterday. But I can do no more. The stairs are killing my knee. My old friend, Teacher Man, came over last night to help out a little, and then we watched The Hangover. Funniest. Movie. Ever! Teacher Man is also going to help me move my television tomorrow when the movers come. Why, you ask? Because the movers charge an extra $50 to move large flat screen TV's. What a pain in the ass. Damn damn damn, don't know how many trips up and down those stairs my knee can take!
Anyway, Teacher Man is an acquaintance I've had for a while. We have only hung out a few times, but we managed to keep in contact occasionally. Until last night, I hadn't seen him in about a year. For some reason, I'd never found Teacher Man all that attractive. Don't get me wrong, he is a nice looking guy. I just never felt that spark. Since I last saw him, something has changed. Maybe I've changed or maybe he has, but suddenly he became a little more appealing to me.
Later today, I have to meet up with my gay boyfriend and the queens for a Christmas dinner and gift exchange. That should be a nice break from moving. Did I mention I still haven't gotten any gifts for the family? Can we say last minute gift cards?