Moving

I was up way too late last night taking appart Dad's train room with a hammer or two. All the non-moveable stuff is trashed and ready to be taken to the dump. I can' help but feel like I just threw out somebody's toys. Too bad it's a 50-year-old man's toys.

Hanging out with Eliotte today, patching the walls downstairs before his parents come to collect him. I taught him the zen discipline of playing quake with a mouse and keyboard using my patented key setup.

Very tired. The soothing fantasy sounds of Astrobotnia are only sending me into further semi-unconsciousness. Astrobotnia's synth pads are so fantastic.

Looks like we'll be on time to move Saturday without too much effort. I'm trying my darndest (darnedest?) to get as much as possible done so I can get to pride as early as possible.

Ok, I have to repair some walls now.