For two hours i waged a focused assault against my possessions, sorting, boxing, and tossing aside. As a result, all of the things i need to get onto the truck have been freed up (even if there’s no clear path from any of them to the door) save for one: my desk.
Historically my computer is the last thing to be unplugged and the first thing to be set up (enabling me to narrate my way through any ordeal), but this is the first time the desk will have gone out significantly ahead of the stuff that it holds and i can’t possibly wait until tomorrow to disassemble this mess of wires because i suspect my new roommates might kill me if i keep them waiting so i can fire off one last blog (just wait until i start asking them about DSL).
So, here we’ve got a showdown … messy apartment with no place for a computer to live comfortably for another 36hours versus my intense internet addiction and the fact that i won’t have a connection from 1:15pm on Friday until 8am on Tuesday. Yes, that’s as long as i was offline while in Florida. No, i’m not quite sure what i’m going to do with myself either. Yes, i could go outside to do something other than shop for cds. Maybe i’ll… um, … climb a tree? Jesus, i have no idea…