Quickie for my cuties... er, something like that anyway.

I got ten minutes before the library closes, so here's an update:

1) I'm on Zoloft and feeling better
2) Wendy and Derrick got here alright and we are mostly moved into the new apt.
3) Derrick is, indeed, as Wendy said, a bit of a mooch, and is an excessively heterosexual stereotypical male redneck Jesus Crispie. Good God, what has Wendy invited into my house? Friendly though. Sometimes too much so. O.o!
4) I injured myself seven ways to Sunday moving furniture in on Saturday, including crushing my right-hand pinkie finger so badly I thought at first I broke it. Didn't break, but I must have done some nerve damage 'cause it's numb.
5) I am absolutely exhasted, and we still have some moving to do.
6) Annie, I am trying to get a hold of you. I'm going to keep trying, 'kay? I love you sweetie; take it easy.
7) It is COLD AS FUCK outside.

Right.
I gotta run.