Blog? Now? No time. I am moving. My shit needs its distribution. This hovel needs to be vacated this weekend. I’m totally fucked, too, when it comes to who’s going to help move. I need to call around, get a helping hand, storage space, more moving boxes, new keys, beer for them who help.
And can I tell you I’ve been doing nothing with my time but staying in bed avoiding effort and my roommate? I was going to sell furniture rather than move it; changed my mind. I could be all packed, ready to go. The effort is too great. Don’t love myself. Don’t love. So? Blog.