The Actual Move

First off I am dropping the My Haven and am now just going to use Pajama Days in a Klonopin Haze. No real reason, just a whim and and my house doesn't exactly fall into the "haven" category for anyone. Second the move is over and I can't tell you how proud I have been of The Devil's Advocate and Demon Seed and that rag tag group of satanic worshipers that they hang with.  Although I am not stupid and do realize each and every one of the little fuckers had an ulterior motive, self preservation, they had to make sure the lair wasn't closed down for long which would mean they actually would have to forage for their own food and seek out a place to hang for the night. But hey, I am not above a little satanic slave labor to get shit done.

Being on dr's orders (that will be next post) not to do anything more than wipe myself when I went to the toilet, ok maybe he didn't use those exact words but we all know that's what they mean when they tell you that. I could basically do nothing but sit on the couch and supervise. I did manage to order myself a new bed, I may never leave it, hell this one is so comfortable I may let a man in it it some time. With the pug and the chihuahua's permission of course. Since the chihuahua hates everyone that has the ability to breath and a few stuffed animals that don't I will most likely not have to worry about it.

Actually considering it was done by a group of demon teenagers, the move went smoother than any move I have ever had.

I am just glad it's over.