Summer Move

Moving is never easy, especially when you have aquired as much crap as I have. But considering how much time I've actually spent on it, I must say that progress has come relatively quickly. I'm almost completely moved out of the house now. I'm going back in the morning to get the last few boxes and other random items lying around, then I'll clean, then I'll be done. I like my new room. It's carpeted and a little more acoustically dead than my last one. It's also got a bed. That's nice. The move in was really easy. I always have had an eye for placement, at least... I think I do. But I always decorate the room first before I place the furniture. It helps me bring more of a sense of symmetry. I've got some pictures here of the finished product. You can't see the really cool part because it's behind my computer, but you'll get the basic idea.


I got to the point where I just started throwing stuff in bags. I was getting frustrated that I had so many loose papers and other little items, so they remain in those bags and will until I feel compelled to organize them into the trash can.

So my new roommates consist of Mitch, Alan "Cowboy" Fey, and Jason Dyba. I don't know Jason very well, but Mitch and Cowboy and I go way back. Oh, and I can't forget the pet rat. I don't know his real name. I know he's got one, but I just call him Mortomer. Seems to suit him well, but he sure does carry a strong odor about him. I've also noticed that outside there are two cats that roam the area. They love the attention of people, but they also enjoy tormenting the small white yippy dog that the landlord owns. So this is the new house. More details as they come.

I've decided that I'm going to miss the old home, but as far as the house is concerned, I would burn it down if it were really up to me, the spiders, the mice, the mold, the lack of insullation, all of it would burn. Then I would have pastors come out and pray over the land, so that if anyone ever rebuilt there, they wouldn't be consumed by the curse. I will always remember the great times we had there, and the lessons learned from renting crappy houses from bad landlords.

Well, I'm done writing for now. Time to go read. Peace and love.