After my recent move, I was pleasantly surprised by how short my commute was to work and of course, having someone guide me to eating food not in a can. Day one, though, in the dark I wore brown socks with black pants, then day two grabbed a fork in the confusion for my can of soup. I drank it out of the bowl, in case you were wondering. What am I supposed to do, not eat?
Last night I went to burn DVD’s for the comedy shows this weekend. I realized the day before I left the DVD covers at my old place, so I had to go back. Then I discovered my blanks were in the crawlspace, so I army crawled in the dark like a tunnel rat only to find out they weren’t there. Back across town, apparently. So I went to Target, where I was stuck behind quite possibly the loudest screaming child I have heard to buy more blank DVD’s…of which I will probably sell, not this weekend, but over the course of the next two years. Oh well.
The saddest part of the whole experience is how little of my stuff I use. I packed 34 years’ worth of my worldly possessions up and I pretty much use my laptop, iPod, and clothes. I don’t know what that says about me, but it’s probably not good.