I'm getting stuff packed, trying to be ruthless about what I throw out (card games I haven't played in over five years? aw, man) making up bags to donate to the local needy food pantry and clothes to Goodwill... I took my old (and partially cannibalized) computer to the dumpster and ran into one of the retired guys who lives in my complex. He took it off my hands, plus a stick of RAM, plus some cords. He's the guy that was complaining to my landlord yesterday about being unable to work outside for fear of snipers. Seriously. I wonder if my computer will be used to print up conspiracy theory newsletters.
Man, I hate moving. I really don't have that much stuff, so I shouldn't complain, but still. There's really no one in the area to help me - though I'm going to have to get demanding or coercive to get that desk into and out of the truck. (Marty, your old desk says 'hi.' If you want it back at some point so your kids can run into the corners and cripple themselves, you let me know.)
And to top things off, it started raining when I left the house to come over to campus and use the internet. So now I'm hoping it ends soon, because I don't want to get drenched, catch a cold, drip water on my bar prep books, sneeze my way through loading my storage container tomorrow, and generally hate life. That's what I don't want.
But it's really coming down out there. I may have to order out for pizza. Except my wallet's at home...
--17:45 PM, EDT, Ada, OH, they say to wait ten minutes
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