Move Out (Don't Mess Around)

[*ring ring*]

[ME: Allen.]

[HE: Huntington.]

[ME: Sorry I didn't pick up earlier, we were in the middle of another crisis. We added Barack Obama, and Hillary's almost definite for next week.]

[HE: Cool...]

[ME: I got your voice message. So, more big garbage bags?]

[HE: Yeah, and I think we're gonna need more packing tape.]

[ME: There's the Walgreens here on Gough. I'll stop by there at five, then head over. You're with his mom?]

[HE: Mm-hmm, and his dad's here, and a couple of Martuni's folks'll be here later, too. There's a lot to do.]

[ME: We'll get it done. You talk to him?]

[HE: Yeah, a couple of times. He thinks they're letting him out Friday.]

[ME: OK. I guess I'll see you in a couple of hours.]

[HE: OK, bye.]

[ME: Bye.]

[*click*]

[It did end up only taking a couple of hours, but then I only arrived after a lot of the packing up had been done. BossLadyWithCats arrived with the Dog Bruno to take me home, then Allen. Then I watched a bunch of the episodes of the second season of Lost, and then I went to sleep. In my own bed, which isn't in a hospital.]

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