Hidey ho neighbor

It’s like a nightmare, each morning I wake and there is more shit to move. If you’ve never moved you don’t realize how much stuff you have. Things you thought were lost show up, even that sandwich you thought you ate. Last year.

It’s not that I’m against lifting, it’s just the dogmatic repetition which finds its way under my skin. I am excited about this move. I am happy I am getting 2 feet more in width and 4 feet in length more in my new room.

And I am sore. I over did it partially at the gym. Yet this trivial drivel will most likely be overlooked for more interesting entries. Oh well…