I’m downright exhausted. I’ve spent the last five hours scrambling to pack shit before shit hits the fan come this weekend– when I obstensibly move 1400 miles north.Good god! Now I remember how much of a pain in the ass this is.

I fucking hate shipping bikes. I hate the wrestling, the flubbed logistics of box dimensions, packing tape durability, the wildly varying cost from any shipping vendor. Never does owning a bunch of cool bikes seem so stupid, impractical and downright irrational. But I’m making progress.

One bike is already on a UPS truck to Portland, two more sit at my front door awaiting destiny. Or rather, that moment when I tear them open again and swap boxes due to a rather stupid oversight. I assumed all four of my bike boxes were the same size. I didn’t bother measuring them. Packing my mountain bike (the one with the 29″ wheels) turned out to be a real problem. After much wrestling, I gave up, ate a quick dinner and resigned myself to shipping it up with the front wheel alone. After I’d packed up my old black Miyata road bike (which has, sadly, been languishing on the porch for close to nine months) I finally put the boxes side by side– and realized that if I’d only taken the time to notice that one box was about three inches longer than the other, I wouldn’t have been dealing with height OR length issues. Dammit.

So this means I must remove the disassembled bikes and exchange one box for another. But my roommates have just gone to sleep, and breaking out the 3M products after just finishing a five-hour taping spree is not a good idea. Even I was sick to death of the sound of stretching tape by the time I was done– I can only imagine what it’s like when your weirdo roommate is outside your bedroom window at 12:45am making all kinds of abrasive noise. Just my luck, doing this crap in the morning is out of the question as well– they both sleep later than I can afford.

The only option is to ship them out Wednesday, which is shaping up to be one hell of a hump day. True, I do shipping over the lunch hour while our warehouse is open– but it’s still just one more thing to do, and one less day to do it in. Plus, the Lava Eaters show is that night. More on that and the stupid wardrobe drama tomorrow. I’m gonna get some sleep.