Tuesday, June 28, 2005

No, I'm not dead...

...I just look that way in the mirror every morning.

Finally cleaned out the storage unit, pulled the better part of 2/3rds of the CRAP down out of the attic, and am this much closer to sorting out the gi-normous pile o' defecate gear that has somehow accumulated in the northwest corner of my bedroom.

Two or three times a day I walk past the computer, pause to gaze at it with longing and angst filled, desperate wistfulness, then let a silent sigh pass 'tween my ever-parched lips, gird my loins with intestinal fortitude, and head back out into the garage with yet another rubbermaid tote filled with scrapbooking shrapnel and snowman collages.

LORD I hate moving.