If I were a tad less “my sainted mother”…

I’d be telling that I can’t make it down to Los Angeles to help him pack up his apartment in time for Saturday at 08:00, when the mover’s from Pop-Eye’s Moving come to move his belongings to some storage place.

Sigh.

In other news, I got the wall paper scraped off the walls above the tub and linen closet in the bathroom. I’ll post pictures when I get back from LA.

Now it’s time to have a wank and pack my shit for the drive to LA. and I are driving soon.

Tagged as: Life in San Francisco