Bare White Walls

Either I've been locked in an asylum, or I've taken pretty much all of the pictures/posters/etc off of my walls. I'm guessing the latter, as the front door is locked on this side, and my desk is still a mess.

So far, I've got about 9 boxes filled with my library. That includes mostly books, and some DVD's and CD's, for data, movies and music. That, of course, doesn't include whats on my spindles or my media cases with my office stuff.

I'm baffled by the sheer volume of it all. I know i should start sorting what I should be throwing away BEFORE I move, but It'll be a lot easier in the new office, and I'm on a schedule right now. I know me, and I'm prone to get sidetracked when I sort stuff, so best to leave that for later.

I'm doing yet another load of laundry. I'm thinking I GOTTA get rid of this bed, it's past it's point. I just did the dishes, and there's still more in here. I need to throw out the old bath mats and the futon frame, and the broken vaccum, and I just realized there's another two boxes of notebooks for the library.

Aye Caramba.

At least most of the closet is still in boxes. There are sheets and stuff I'll have to pack away, and some old camping stuff I'll have to toss. My Computer hardware will go just before the kitchen. And the scouring must commence soon. As it is, I'm looking for that tube of nail-hole filler I have around here somewhere... (I'm GONNA get that bloody deposit back!)

Closet. hmm... Well crap half this stuff doesn't fit me anymore anyway. I'd better Put that in a place with a plan for it. As for this Nightstand of doom... We'll see just how long I can endure it.

This desk. ...It's a horrible eyesore. It's massive, but its an eyesore. if I still had the inner parts that roll out that wouldn't be so bad, but I don't. I'm really thinking workbench. ...or firewood. But all I would have in it's place until Rachel and I can get a desk shaped to accomidate us both is a tiny little thing.

And Omg I have dresser drawers.

It's amazing all the crap you realize when you're moving. This whole ramble (as if you couldn't tell) has been off the top of my head.

I suppose if I'm even gonna TRY to put this massive projector TV from the 80's on Craigslist, I'd better get a camera and do it now. Otherwise, it'll end up in front of my dumpster come the 7th. It's just not worth moving, with the guns out of sync and all. Besides, I can likely fix up that 32" LCD for a hundred bucks or so.

I've been rambling so long now without any other content to this blog, I'm beginning to wonder if I'm not really in an asylum. ...or at least, belong in one.

Almost forgot. The Sofa and loveseat have to go to Rachel's theatre.

Why am I blogging all of this? No idea. Maybe Im overcaffinated? I guess the brain just has to logistically determine what it is I'm doing, and since there's nobody here to go over this with me, I naturally started writing. This must be by far the most boring blog I've ever written.

So. Rachel and I determined it's picnic time on Valentines day. That should be fun. I was actually willing to go on that red dress run, but she said she didn't put our names in for it. ...I didn't realize there was a deadline. Guess I'm spared the red dress. That means I continue my record of never having been in Drag... except onstage performing "Some Like it Hot". (The part, mind you, is a guy on the run from the mob pretending to be a girl... who has a crush on Marilyn Monroe).

She's right though. It's a goofy thing to do and I'm a goofy guy. I'd probably have a good time. ...I'm sure she'll rope me into it next year. This year, it's our first real Valentine's together. I'd better make it a good picnic. ;-)