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Impending pack and move commences now, huzzah? (eep)

Anyway just wanted to toss this out to the reasonably local folk/Squirekids first before I submit it to the tender mercies of Craigslist - does anyone want my SNES and the pile of games that go with it? It doesn't really work that well with Monstervision, and the games I've been keeping it for (and a few more besides!) have long been available for download on the Wii, which _does_ work quite well with the giant TV. That said, it's in excellent condition, has its original cables and controllers which still all work, and a chunk of game cartridges in more or less pristine condition, including Super Mario World, Super Castlevania 4 (which is still my favorite Castlevania, honestly), Kirby's Avalanche, Paperboy 2 and a few others that I forget. I also have a Super Game Boy adapter, if you've got original Game Boy cartridges that haven't seen the light of day in a while.

Was going to ask $75-100 for the system + games on CL, but if one of you guys wants it and promise to love and care for this thing like it is your squishy (I have been pretty much carting this thing around with me since the 7th grade) or know someone that will, you can have it for free.

The breadmaker is making noises like someone is waterboarding a parakeet and it is MORALLY OUTRAGED by this treatment. I think I've officially been admonished into oiling up the bottom of the bread pan soon.

Also reason #9812734928 I'm looking forward to the move - being able to ask cell23 to be all manly and shit and wrestle the sealed shut yeast jar open for me instead of spending 10 minutes cursing, twisting and yanking at it with my dinky little spider hands. (I got it open, but ow.)

What? it's about the little things, right?

K I lied, I can't actually sleep yet.

Today cell23 took me and the kids to Groff Park, which started off as an adventure because a bee blew into the car window and landed on Kidzilla's booster seat, and much to everyone's terror (except mine apparently - hence the OOOH A BEE I MUST TAKE ITS PICTURE instinct) seemed content to hang out below Kidzilla's arms for half the trip. We finally pulled into the Hadley Pride so I could get rid of it (why do I always end up being the goddamn Bug Whisperer??) Turns out it had a wing problem. Poor bee.

Anyway, we got to the park without any further nonconsensual wildlife in the car, and after being a little surprised by the emptiness of the part (we showed up around lunchtime) we had a lovely few hours of sunshine, sandbox and playground, and I took a crapton of pics of the kiddos and read and revelled in the fact that I come with natural sunblock (especially since there was a bit of a struggle getting it on the kids before we left.) Also I must add that the best place to reread Alice in Wonderland is under a tree on a warm sunny day.

We went home, had lunch and watched the end of the Indy500, then went to deliriumdeva's and renegadethumper's new place to let the kids play with Ollie. Small creature meet small creature. *shakes head* Oh two year olds. Kittens don't take well to being bossed around.

At that point, I left to drive down to Hamp for a bit, as Bosslady's widow was holding a gathering/barbecue and I hadn't seen her or the dogs in a couple of years so I figured now that I can, you know, DRIVE I'd show up. I'm glad I did, though I was slowed down a bit by a nasty three car crash that shut down part of 116 in South Deerfield on my way there. It was so nice to see her, and Cisco and Dottie and a bunch of V's friends and V's dad and all them. Plus there was dead thing on a grill and that always makes me happy. Even picked up a couple of contacts for work on Tuesday so profit? heh. I would just like to say that Dottie is still a big gorgeous golden nuisance. Seriously, I make a big exception in my general dog terror for golden retrievers (okay, and borzoi) but she is still easily the prettiest one I've ever met in person. Even if I did spend a good portion of the cookout holding her leash so she wouldn't steal the food.

Home again home again (did I mention one of my favorite things is to drive up I-91 BLARING "Sabotage?") then back to cell23's to say goodnight to the short stacks and to spend an hour or so after that sprawled on the couch with him until he went up to bed, whereupon I went home and discovered picasa's crop tool works very well and spent an hour or so cropping pictures from today and Easter that suffered a bit due to my lack of zoom lens. Le sigh. If I were a rich man, lada dada dada dada dada dada dada daaaaaaaaaaaa. Ehhhh, honestly I'm okay with the Hatemonger's kit lens for now - in terms of camera equipment I'd like a tripod first and a couple of filters before a new lens anyway. Specifically an infrared filter - I've been looking at the infrared pictures crazybee has been posting into pic365 and positively drooling, not to mention summer is the perfect season to get that freakishly pretty white foliage effect.

On a tangent, I'm having an unholy amount of bliss being able to wander from my apartment and through Squire barefoot. There is something rather delicious about being able to run through lawn and feel cool grass between my toes. I almost ALMOST get lawns now. They're nice as long as someone else is mowing them, basically. I have a feeling this summer is going to be spent mostly eschewing shoes.

On a completely different tangent, I kinda envy everyone that moved this weekend. Not for actually having to move, mind, because moving sucks, but because I just want to get mine over with. I hate waiting for things, and this goes double for moving because I loathe the month or so beforehand where I'm waiting and packing and detaching emotionally from whatever place I'm currently in and ugh. Not to mention other stuff I've bitched about before concerning the boobyhaven. But mostly the anticipation stresses me out - I just want to fast forward and have it over and done already you know? and dear fates please please PLEASE let this be the last goddamn time for a while. Moving, how I loathe and despise you. But yeah... I'm not looking forward to the summertime's worth of transitional period, but I'm grimly determined to make it a decent summer, nonetheless. I'm WAY overdue for a truly good summer, and the season is usually running at a disadvantage considering it's already the season I tend to hate above all others (it's always hot, lonely, and angst ridden for me), so we'll see how I do. It may have to be a sort of "GOOD THINGS WILL HAPPEN OR I WILL DIE IN THE ATTEMPT" sort of deal.

Nothing on tap for tomorrow, other than a low key Memorial Day and then driving the kiddos back across the state. Then back to your regularly scheduled week-a-day worries. Yippee.

I dearly love waking up with my eyes glued shut. And by dearly love I mean ewww, fucking allergies. I hate you trees I really really do. Despite your pretty and your oxygen making, springtime makes me want to bulldoze every single fucking one and dance around the continent sized bonfire as the world suffocates. Least my eyes wouldn't itch.

Also I hate birds. Especially at 4am. SHUT UP YOU LITTLE FUCKERS THERES NO GODDAMN SUN YET AND PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP.

Evidenced by the bread-maker score, I'm back on freecycle. I'd never actually left, mind, but I had been on the digest version since I don't generally feel like driving hither and yon after things. But, I am trying to keep my ear to the ground for free and or cheap things I actually want/need, like a different desk chair (my ass doesn't really fit on this tiny dinky one I got now) and a camera tripod so I can take nonblurry pictures in the dark.

Speaking of pictures, I have so fallen off the 365 wagon. Need to fix that. Man, I wish I'd thought to bring the camera for last night's impromptu late evening adventure in Northampton with deliriumdeva and cell23. We drove down and became vagrant ten year olds for the evening cause deleriumdeva treated both of us to ice cream and then we went to the Pulaski park playground for a bit and then I suggested going to the far superior one over by Smith's Early Education department (btw, College Hall is covered in white sheets and scaffolding - it's kinda creepy not being able to see it on top of the hill). Dear gods, I love that playground... hadn't gone in a few years so there had been little changes here and there, but it's getting increasingly rare to find all wood playground structures anymore, especially ones that are that elaborate and cool. But yeah, it was fun to sit on top of the spiral slide tower and watch the two of them run around the rest of it, and kinda remember the years of personal history I've had there. All good stuff. But I digress - Northampton is increasingly not-fun during the day due to the exploding hipster quotient, but is still fantastic at night when everything's either closed or closing. I just want to drive down and park some late evening and wander around it with tripod and camera.

Also the new bike trail looks fantastic. I really need to get Bellenoire either fixed or replaced. :P

I need to get one of those accordion file type things - I've decided I'd make some attempt for the remainder of the year to keep some of my receipts for gas, medical stuff and living expenses type of things so I can actually include them into my tax return next year. Being super lazy with the filing is probably costing me a butt-ton in refund. So I'm going to make a stab at that whole pretending to be responsible and adult and on top of my money thing. *sigh* fake it till you make it right? Ugh. I would like a lot less faking it and a whole lot more making it. I also wish this year's refund would hurry up and hit my account. I'm starting to get a wee bit nervous about taking the car out seeing as I haven't paid my excise tax yet. :P You know, among other things. Fucking money. Much to my own personal shock my application for Squire seems to have been accepted as cell23 said that LaDonna is drawing up our lease for next year, which sort of makes me want to be all like "woman, did you actually run my credit??" and also sort of not because that whole thing about pushing luck and gift horses and blah blah blah.

One day more... another day, another destiny (snort), another few hours and chunk of to-do list that I need to set my teeth in determination and hammer out. Off I go.

Hmm I apparently had more time than I thought. Here have a list.

Yesterday:

• met grinninfoole in Hamp so he could help me get the last four things out of storage finally and I could close that account. (cause I have better things to use $55 a month on) after which he treated me to lunch at Amanouz Cafe, which I had for some reason never managed to try. During which we caught up and and talked about our respective life the universe and everything and overall it was good thinky stuff. And the food was good too.
  
  
• probably as a result of some headnoise and thinky dredged up from aforementioned chat with the Foole, I took a gamble on my way home... and much to both of our surprises, spent an hour or so hanging out with morlock after he got off work. No drama, no freakouts, no super amounts of angst, just sitting on the trunks of our cars in the beautiful weather catching up and shooting the shit in much the same way we used to before shit went completely sour. And... that was really really fucking nice.
  
  
• speaking of which, a year ago today I left the valley, not knowing if or when I'd be back. There are some days where I bewail what seems to be a miniscule amount I've managed to accomplish in that time, and then there are the less frequent days where I stop measuring my own progress by either the state of my bank account or where I think other people are on the game of life and am kind of floored by where I'm actually at. I'm not "there" yet by any measure (fucked if I know what or where "there" is most days) but I think I can say that I'm getting there and not feel like I'm completely lying. Also... considering one of the main reasons why I did come back? Well. People have done sillier things for the sake of a pair of big brown eyes and a matching set of mischievous dimples. But lets just say no matter what about life is currently pissing me off, I sure as hell don't regret coming back home.
  
  
• picked up my mail... and found an ADORABLE card from bellarisa. Thank you babe, that was some damn delicious cream filling in what was already a good day.
  
  
• Evening was almost tanked by a crohns attack. Attack summarily defeated by The Soup, some sneaky grown-up fun with cell23 after, and overhearing Ventrilo hilarity later on between him, the berube and Atramoria and laughing my ass off.

Today:

• More disgustingly gorgeous weather. Despite this, decadently wasted most of the morning in bed getting aggressively snuggled. In further decadent news, Cara made coffee and later cooked all of us breakfast, so I really have no regrets.
  
  
• Managed to get my laundry done, and as y'all saw, pulled the yarn out after five weeks of having it in. I'm feeling very Stitch right now, where if anyone decided to laundry list any of my bad points, I could respond "ALSO CUTE AND FLUFFY" and mean it.

Agenda for rest of day - shuttle Cara somewhere or other she needs to run errands, put away the laundry, do some chores around the room and the house and hopefully get some work done. Probably finish that last bottle of Kosher Coke while I'm at it so I don't get that too-much-sunshine sleepy in the process. Tomorrow I'm hoping to get out and take the Hatemonger for walkies.

This is more of a sure, what the hell sort of thing rather than an actual sort of gimme gimme gimme list. I don't really need things this Christmas, in fact the older I get the more hard pressed I am to think of things that I want when people ask me. Part of me thinks the very idea of this meme is appallingly self-indulgent and kinda first-world privilegey, but at the same time...

Lets put it this way, and this is something I've learned the hard way, and am in some ways still in the process of learning. Sometimes everything you could possibly desire can be yours for the taking and keeping, but all that stands between you and having it is the courage to even want said item, let alone ask for it. And we won't even get into the idea of deserving whatever it is - look. I see people get what they want every damn day that I don't feel deserve it... and yet I spend an appalling amount of time feeling like I don't deserve a lot of what I already have, let alone what I want. So for now... I'm going to fuck self-indulgent in the ear and do this.

Step One:

Make a post (public, friendslocked, filtered...whatever you're comfortable with) to your LJ. The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fun ("I'd love a Snape/Hermione icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.

If you wish for real possible things, make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you.

Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, or link to this post so that the holiday joy will spread.

Step Two

Surf around your friendslist (or friendsfriends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part:

If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use -- or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free -- do it. Once a wish has been granted, it will be crossed off the list. (ETA: Unless it's something more than one person can do.)

You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf -- to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not -- it's your call.

There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just ... wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's holiday special.

My Ten Wish Items

1) I am supremely bad about reaching out to folks, whether its for help or for hangouts. A lot of it is because despite my demeanor I'm a stupid shy person and also have this constant feeling of being a bother to people. Also? Lazy. So if you feel like you haven't seen me for a while, drop me a line of some sort and be all like "Hey! I haven't seen you for a while. Can we hang out/do something/blah blah blah?" and if not today, when? And make sure I actually either get up off my ass or make a date to go out with/come see you. Like nag me until I put it into my google calendar and shit. Cause if we leave it open ended it ain't gonna happen.

2) The obligatory pimping of my Amazon Wish lists, freshly ranked by priority. Like seriously anything ranked highest right now will probably earn you undying love and a permanent place in my pantheon of terrestrial divinity.

3) A couple things that are not on that list... Because we alternated who got to buy the next books in any book series we were collecting, I decided it would be easier if Carole just took all of the hardcover volumes of Kushiel's Legacy and Harry Potter we had collected over the years. With the exception of Kushiel's Dart, I now have none of them in my library and would dearly love to fix this someday. (ETA: Actually I just remembered that over Thanksgiving I swiped the random extra copy of Goblet of Fire that was lying around Dad's since it came out. It might have been Mom's.) Trouble is finding these guys in hardcover these days is a little tricky, and I love both series enough to want them in something a little more durable than mass market paperback. Also, two other series I'm hurting for since the breakup are Octavia Butler's Xenogenesis series, Simon Green's Forest Kingdom/Hawk and Fisher novels, Garth Nix's Sabriel/Lirael/Abhorsen and Lois McMaster Bujold's Vorkosigan Saga, but those are okay in paperback. I've started re-collecting the Vorkosigan Saga - have up to Miles, Mystery and Mayhem.

4) Windows 7, or at least someone brave enough to take me through backing up my shit, wiping my hard drive, and reinstalling XP on EPeen. He's running slower and slower these days and considering he's got 4 gigs of ram in there that is unacceptable, especially since at some point I want to play like, actual games on him again. While we're at computer stuff, I could sorely use printer ink as well. (ETA: I have an Epson Stylus C84.)

5) I'm still slowly getting the hang of staying on top of my money and by that I mean I am at the point where I'm still failing at it. Well not totally, everything's more or less getting paid only a little late. Omnipresent student loan debt aside (I'm going to be paying that shit off until I die at this rate) I'm about 7.5K in the hole on top of my usual paycheck to paycheck shit. I know that seems like a piddling amount of debt considering some of the horror stories I've heard with people racking up tens of thousands. But yeah... this has been the most expensive year of my life, and yeah, I probably could have handled my money better in the past few years, but I'm still shitty at it by myself. So yeah. I has a paypal account at kjpepper @ gmail, feel free to throw anything you want to throw in there.

6) A camera tripod and possibly a better zoom lens. (ETA: The Hatemonger is a Nikon D40.) I fully intend on working on photography next year (thinking about actually doing that picture a day thing in 2010), and having the tripod would help a LOT.

7) Handwritten letters. I LOVE being written to. Cards, postcards, pages long rambles about life the universe and everything... I miss getting letters, and nothing makes me happier than getting a piece of mail that doesn't involve someone trying to sign me up for a credit card or a bill. And you want to join that illustrious club of Good Mail along with Netflix and EW, don't you? And yes, I WILL write you back. Address is in this post; if you can't see it, drop me an email at bottledgoose at gmail.

8) Make me a "mixtape." I've got accounts at last.fm and blip, and I may cave in and sign up for iLike too so feel free to make me a playlist, or make me a youtube playlist and send me a link. Or come over to my house with a thumbdrive full of stuff to plunk onto my iPod. As someone who tends to slave and obsess over any sort of music concoction I brew for other people, I promise I will listen to every song. Also I accept the more traditional CDs or tapes, seeing as I have means to play both at home and in the car. Seriously, some of my more treasured things are CDs and tapes people have made me over the years.

9) I guess since I've run out of Things I Want that are even remotely grantable I guess this is where I can go absolutely ridiculous, huh? Well, my dream house is still on the market, and it's come down by $400K, so its now available for the totally affordable price of $900K. Plus tax. Just sayin! ;)

10) Okay but seriously now? One ridiculous fucked up out there wish? $15K. There is something I want pretty terribly that costs about that much, and I don't think there is any way in Satan's warm and spicy hell I'll ever be able to scrape it all up at once in any kind of timely manner even if I eat nothing but Maruchan Insta-noodles for the next five years. (speaking of which, what the hell, they don't make the cheese flavors of it anymore? I used to love that shit.) And no, it's not a new car i love my Hanzo-san DON'T BLASPHEME. And it's not a new pair of tits, or several kilos of premium cocaine, or a diamond studded ass plug or platinum corsets designed by Haus of Gaga for my AG dolls, though those ideas would all be hilarious. Trust me on this.

</self-indulgent holiday stuff>


On unrelated notes, I had a very good weekend. This may or may not have had something to do with spending the majority of it with cell23, though goddamn having a still healing mouth thing is incredibly frustrating as hell for not being able to do... certain things. Oh well, the meds I got on Friday certainly seem to be helping with that, even if wth, I haven't had to take sickeningly sweet liquid medicine by the teaspoonful since I was Kidzilla's age. I don't know, I feel like once you get all your permanent teeth all your meds are belong to us should have the decency to come in pill format. And barring that, at least be a level of gross-tasting befitting advanced years. Oh well. It's working, despite the menthol cherry horribleness. Should be kissable again in a day or two. :)

In other news, freezing rain. D: here's hoping I'll be okay for the drive in tomorrow. Oh well, if not, I'll get interviewed by aersi. Not a bad trade...

Two things that haven't surfaced yet in the rash of unpackzorz:

1) my camera battery charger. This is super annoying since I rather desperately want to go out and take some pictures, but I can't because the battery's dead. And phone camera won't cut it.

2) my 200 slot Case Logic. Which sucks because I really want to rip a few CDs out of there... Cara has reminded me that Pink Floyd exists and I can't find a healthy torrent of The Division Bell and I really really really want to hear it RIGHT NOW.

There is one more big box of crap still sitting in my storage unit - I'm hoping I can go pick that and the three other things in it up this weekend. Both items better be in there, otherwise I'm going to be pissed.

Need to get the ball rolling again on the whole car project. I seriously do not like being stuck home all day - it does REALLY bad things to my head. In the meantime I may need to go visiting.

Speaking of bad things to my head, had another one of those horribly vivid dreams involving the exes again. No love, subconscious. No love at all.

Plans for the weekend: Pretty much a whole lot of nothing. I got bit by something directly on the tattoo so I will not be getting that touched up tomorrow and the other one done as planned (shifted appointment to two weeks from now). Which all works out well, as the day after is Kidzilla's birthday party and I don't really want to be climbing trees and stuff after apples with healing tattoos on the shoulder and the wrist. I gotta wander into Amherst later and pick up meds, and the aforementioned subconscious stupid reminded me that I have to put something that cropped up while unpacking in the mail while I'm at it. Feh. Anyone wanna hijack tonight and tomorrow? Cause otherwise I'll be spending it feeling like I should be working and being guilty about not doing so.

I probably SHOULD be watching the Obama speech right now, but I so don't feel like it, so nyeh.

I'm about 85% unpacked right now, and my room feels like me. There is stuff up on the walls even. Really everything is more or less where it should be except for 12 Diamond boxes full of books and two piles of controlled chaos in my closet and by my dresser. But yeah, holy crap, I have a pretty good chunk of floor. Dancing might need to happen. Or Legos. I'm thinking next time Cara's Seth shows up we can talk about addressing the shelving situation, as I figured out if I shove my dresser about 90 degrees from where it is now I have a glorious bit of entire wall to devote to some insane shrine to literature, tchochkes and maybe even a nice high perch for The Vulture. Needless to say, as someone who hasn't had space for all her damn books since leaving high school, this appeals a lot to me.

Still have to get one last box and bit of furniture out of storage too. And start thinking about refinishing/painting the dresser.

Starting to scheme on a project idea... yeah I know, me? With a project idea? CLUTCH THE PEARLS lol.

Nice cool breeze outside... toying with the idea of having walkies. Feeling antsy.

Sooooooo I have successfully completed my first foray into driving in New York City... gotta say, after all the hype and the terror and the OH GOD NOT DRIVING IN NEW YORK!!! I've gotten over the years... I traversed the roads worn long familiar by many a car trip with Mom (albeit, never from the drivers seat) and when I pulled up in front of The House (where, serendipitously enough, there waited a perfectly sized parking spot for me right in front and a passing Imm to help talk me through parallel parking into it), my first thought was "huh. That was it?"

Granted I didn't go through Manhattan. But still, as booboo_berr can attest, Queens and Brooklyn are "nervewracking" enough.

So yeah... got here safe and sound, everything but EPeen is downstairs ready to be shoved into the car, Dad was very happy to see me and told me the famous story about how right after Mom got her license (at the same age, I might add), the first thing she did was bundle her five young children into the car and drive across the country to California, and how Dad was admonished by a coworker about "how could you let your wife and all your children go winging across the country by themselves like that? Are you crazy?" (I suppose this was a somewhat legitimate concern in 1966 - I can't imagine all the places Mom drove through on that trip would have been all that hospitable to a young black woman in a car with five kids...) Dad did end up flying to LA and joining them for the trip back, much to his own discomfort. *chuckle* I'd heard the story before of course, but never from Dad's POV. Mom did love to drive - I've posted little stories of how she would put me in the backseat and just take off on whims when I was very young - off to Chicago one week to see the sisters at college, off to Michigan another time to see another sister, off to points elsewhere to watch Nuke's away games, off to Ohio to visit Grandma... Seriously, that "Ive been everywhere, man" song could apply to her. Mom loved being on the road, and I always loved going with her - when I was old enough to sit up front I officially became her copilot... and by that point the siblings had all moved further out beyond the city so there were more places to go. New Jersey. Virginia Beach. Washington DC. Pennsylvania. The not so fun trips were when Dad would come with us, cause he'd sit up front, commandeer the radio so we'd be stuck listening to 1010WINS or CBS880 for as far as their signals would stretch, and if not that we'd be stuck with WQXR (New York had a station that was entirely dedicated to classical music back in the day that wasn't NPR) or worse WPAT (likewise for Muzak).

But anyway I babble. I seem to have inherited Mom's borderline insane Fahrvergnügen* was the main point... and after tonight? Not really all that intimidated by the city from an automotive perspective. Go me.

Speaking of Mom, September 1st would have been Mom and Dad's fifty second anniversary. Dad plans to suit up and hop the subway, then the Path train out to Newark to visit her grave; for the first time since she died, I find myself kinda wishing I could go with him. I haven't been since her funeral... I don't know, while I love cemetaries (plan to walk out to the one by the river in Sunderland once I get settled), I've never really gotten the whole going out and spending time with basically a rock with your loved one's name chiseled on it thing... It's not really like they're there, you know? Hell, charging down the BQE to the Leonard Cohen cover of "Woke Up this Morning" (oh yeah, I was getting all Tony Soprano with my bad self, you know I was) has been the closest I've felt to her in a long ass while. Her grave in Newark? ehh. I don't think I've even ever seen her headstone, honestly. But I feel like I should go. Maybe I'll head out next January for her birthday. Anyway, Dad's looking forward to the trip, as he gets to take trains and also act like he's getting away with something, since I'm sure once everyone else finds out how he plans to get there they'll be their usual appalled that he didn't take a car service. Honestly, I can sorta see his take on things... He's fine if he takes his time and doesn't rush, he enjoys the exercise and the man quite possibly love the subway more than I do, and that's saying something - it'll be a sad day if it comes, when he will no longer be able to take it, even at a slower speed.

Right... I need to grab a shower and some shuteye - I don't know which side of the street I'm supposed to be on, and anyway, it's not going to matter as I plan to be long gone by 7am... and after I get to MA, I get to haul furniture in and out of trucks for the second day this week. No rest for the wicked, so they say, and I suppose if I weren't the wicked, I wouldn't have had it tattooed on my shoulder. :)

I can't WAIT to get in my own goddamn bed tomorrow. You have no idea. Shit, I need to buy a hammer. For that matter, shit, I need to get a desk for EPeen. and we need a crapton of bookshelves. And yeah, crap, click on these guys please?