I’m moving today.  I am a nervous wreck.  I still have many objects, including dearest Beast (the computer) and the entirety of the game shelf, to cram into boxes by sometime this afternoon.  I would be further along by this hour, but soon after I began the process, I discovered I misplaced my debit card.  After a good two hours, right when I believed some stranger must have been using it to buy a widescreen television after I dropped it downtown, I found it shoved in the spine of a book I had been reading earlier, because I didn’t have a bookmark at the time and “of course I would remember it was in there”.

I’m not sure how I ever became a “responsible adult”.  I should’ve been caught at some stage in the application process and sent back to being a 17-year-old punk kid for the rest of my existence.

There will possibly be pictures of my new residence later on, if anyone cares (assuming I don’t pass out on the floor the second I arrive)…