Its 1:13 AM.
I'm packing up all my stuff... well, throwing a lot of it out and packing the minimum amount of what's worth holding onto.
I haven't closed yet, but I'm allowed to move my stuff in. Just my stuff, not me. Hopefully, I'll close this week. I'm homeless as of Friday.
Should I throw out all my little league baseball trophies? Perhaps just keep the few most important ones?
What the hell is on all of these cassette tapes?
Why do I still have textbooks from high school?
What do I do with my laptop from freshman year of college with the busted touchpad? I think I'll throw that out.
Shit... all the framed pictures and prints I have on my walls... jeez, I have to take all those down.
Didn't I ever dust?
What is dust anyway? Is this my own skin I'm sweeping up? I'm sure some of this is from kayaking in the Hudson.
Moving sucks.