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Wednesday, June 02, 2004

My cocktail took the brunt of the impact

Just moved. Now living in a new home with one new roomate. Same old truck and one previous roomie.

Moved everything in on one day. That was Monday. Memorial day. The previous landlord showed up at the previous house on Sunday with the new tenents, and was a bit shocked that everything was still there and not here. At least that's what his weird, paranoid note said-- neither of us were actually there. The note talked about how we cost him a half a month's rent and accused us of delibrately avoiding him. This coming from a practically absentee landlord who once left a gaping hole in our wall for the first two frosts of our first winter.

The other roomie met up with him on Tuesday, and reported back that the landlord seemed very happy with the job we did moving out and cleaning. That means I have no worries left in the old house, and I can concentrate on this new place.

That means lots of unpacking.

Unpacked stuff gets squeezed in whereever there's room, and there isn't a whole lot of room in my new bedroom. I could do with a couple bookshelves, a media rack, and a closet organizer-- lacking those, my organizing plan so far has been to make more space by reconstructing the Leaning Tower of Pisa in a corner.

It wasn't leaning when I started it, it just ended up that way.


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