I just spent the last three days
a) packing and
b) transporting
the contents of my pre-furnished room in Cologne to my (so far unfurnished *g*) apartment in W. You wouldn't believe the amount of things one considers vitally necessary! <groans>

I had to drive the distance twice and both times, my car was packed to the max! Boxes and bags piled to its roof. I'm still surprised the car didn't break down and equally astonished that nothing flew from the back to the front each time I braked. Urgh.

And I lost count of the times I had to climb/go down the stairs in either place, loaded down with something heavy.

As you see, my computer's working fine. Heh. At least something.

Currently I'm sitting on my sleeping bag on the wooden floor of my new kitchen, the keyboard perched perilously on a small box, the mousepad on my knees, the computer sitting on the sole part of furniture (a little table), and typing this entry. My neck is aching. And my back. And my legs. The floor is quite -- uncomfortable. *g*

My furniture (that is, the movers) will arrive on Tuesday. My new kitchen hopefully a few days later, because until then, I have no stove and no fridge. Which, with the current temperature, is no fun at all, believe me.

Moving. Argh. Why did I undertake this, this... <grumbles>

Lumina~, my seductress to Mag7, had beta'd this short story several days ago, but due to the events listed below, it took me some time to post it here. So, without further ado:

Bitter
Author: allaire mikháil
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven (TV series)
Pairing: Chris Larabee / Ezra Standish
Rating: R
Summary: Ezra just snaps one day, but then, Chris should have seen it coming - you always reap what you sow.
Beta thanks to: thenightsfall
Old West, 2.791 words, Chris POV.

The download-friendly .html version of this story can be found here. Enjoy!

( Bitter )