and two months later...

Finally went over and retrieved the last of my crap from the Pirate House. I didn't, however, notice the mic stand I thought I left there. Eh. Maybe I never had one. Maybe I brought it to my mom's house if I did. Not worried. if there's anything of mine left there, it's either small enough or unimportant enough to forget about, I think. (ah, shit, there's a cd in the upstairs-upstairs bathroom. hmmf.) My cooler with food well over two months old in it was unplugged and kinda nasty, but not nearly so bad as I had imagined. Got the two huge bags of packing peanuts (courtesty of irisjack) for space lounge construction and my full length mirror, and it all fit in my car with a minimum amount of struggling or back-window vision loss. hooray! If Sean even notices, he'll probably be pleased. I believe I may get an award for the least amount of crap a tenant has left over after leaving there, nor did I leave oweing him large sums of money. Two silver stars for me. Feels nice to have that off my mental back burner. I got a nice reminder of why I'm glad to have moved out. Cool house, cool people, but just too much crap- too much cathair (or catshit or catpee), too much random detritus, too many rusting bikes in the backyard, too many plumbing problems, too many dirty dishes despite everyone's best intentions, bathrooms that grow their weight in filth seemingly overnight... it is a house better suited to parties than to everyday living.

I applied for a super cool job last night. Bit of a long shot, maybe, but here's hoping.

Maybe I can keep this productive streak going long enough to put away my clean laundry. hmm.