I pretty much got the bulk of my room packed up today, and really could have made major strides in moving boxes across the street. But for some reason, I just couldn't quite bring myself to do it. I made two trips (Tessa was home for one trip), but after Emily went out for the afternoon, and Doro texted to say she couldn't make it, I just suddenly lost all interest in doing the move. Looking at the pile of boxes, I realise that I shall have to try to make at least five trips tomorrow and Tuesday if I'm to have any hope of completing the move by the end of the week. Friday night may end up being a mad panic.
In the end, I read an article about the "Millionaire Matchmaker" in the NYTimes, and became fascinated watching some clips from the show. I have to admit that it was ridiculously fascinating, although it did make you wonder if any of these incredibly wealthy and successful (and hopefully reasonably intelligent?) guys were every truly going to find much in common with the blonde bimbos that this matchmaker set them up with. However, half of the time the girls she set them up with I think were to teach them a lesson, that a blonde bimbo wasn't really what they were looking for... Too bad too many guys don't have a matchmaker to teach them that lesson!
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