Chapter 101: All I Can Think Of Is 101 Dalmations. Damn.
This entry won't actually have anything to do with that, but it's okay. Anyhow, being home is weird. Especially when every waking moment is either focused on reformatting my thesis book to graduate school standards or planning on moving or packing for moving. It's a rather stressful thing, especially when I'm forced to decided to sell a great deal of my furniture and what not because I won't have the money or space to move it down south. To me, the most important things to bring south are: clothes, entertainment, and my books. Aside from that I will probably bring my favorite glasses and dishes, but other than that and my two Herman Miller chairs, I think the rest is going to go. If you are in the cities and are in need of comfy chairs, couches, a great love seat and chair, a drawing desk, a bed or anything else you can think of, feel free to inquire. Everything must go as the creepy guy on the liquidation ads say. Has it set in yet? No, but I'm sure it'll creep up on me soon.
Picture of the Day:
For those of you who don't know the art from this post and Anyeshka and the Red Man, it is from one of my favorite websites: www.explodingdog.com