I've reached the unpacking point where I don't much care anymore. Little pink casio sk-1, I don't know where you belong. I'd be fine never knowing. If it wasn't for the fact that your sitting in a giant nearly empty cardboard box in the middle of my living room.

I've got more storage space here than I've almost ever had (except when I had an empty extra bedroom).

I don't want to put things in it.

There's a bookcase in the living room. As of today it's full of books. Books I really like. Some I've read more than once. Quite a few I still intend to.

It bothers me.

I could easily get rid of all the books. Or most of the books. But then I'd have a big empty bookshelf.

That bothers me too.

I could easily get rid of it. It's a nice one.

...But then, why stop there? I can easily get rid of any everything.

And that's a question I don't want to answer.

internet from my couch again!

The place is great.... moving went amazingly smoothly. So far the only hitch has been that the DSL isn't working. But it's not a big deal..... I'm currently sitting at Mission Creek cafe, with free wireless, a chocolate muffin, a glass of green tea, and Blazing Arrow on the radio.

I love my new neighborhood.

I saw a woman fixing her hair from the back side of a two way mirror.

It freaked me out a bit.