argh

i was *supposed* to move today. really i was. but then it started pouring, so i canceled my plans with friends who were all set to help out. of course, now it's not raining anymore. and now, all i want is for it to start raining again so i don't regret still being at work at this ungodly hour, trying to fix a file that is apparently unfixable, and thinking that i will never, never actually move, and that the notion of me ever living in a normal space is just a figment of my imagination.