Moving is Hell

After what seemed like weeks of moving preparation, 48 hours of pure hell, and one major screaming fit about all the "!@#* in this apartment," I made it to LA on Monday at midnight. I was so wasted while driving away from SF on Monday at 4 p.m. that I forgot to be sad. Yesterday I felt so tired in my bones that I slept for most of the day.

I did get some good news during a quick break from napping: My paper was accepted for presentation at the American Anthropological Association meeting in November. I'll be back in the SF Bay Area (San Jose) for the conference from November 15-18th.