"WHAT?" I said.
Yes, that's right. For three weeks I've been having things I ordered (several neat kitchen things off of Ebay, mostly) sent to his brother's house in New York so that we could save the substantial overseas shipping costs. Only now .... God only knows where they've wound up.
"Yeah," he said, "I was talking to him yesterday and he told me he'd gone to his old apartment to pick up his W-2s and found three packages there."
"FUCK!" I had just placed an order for about five Charlaine Harris books AND a bunch of gym clothes and now there was no telling where they were going to wind up. "I can probably call and get the addresses changed on my last two orders ... you did get his new address, right?"
"Uh, no." *facepalm*
Anyway, three phone calls later, he'd got the address from a parent, and I was on the phone AT MIDNIGHT calling these places to try to get everything straightened out. I suspect some of the Ebay stuff will never show up now; who knows.
At any rate, this is why I'm tired today. Grrr.