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Yesterday the phone was activated at the new place. Today, the movers dropped off all of our crap.

My god, so much crap!

Boxes and boxes of it. It’s unreal and also depressing. I don’t want to unpack them. I just want to chuck most of them in the trash. How many boxes labeled “books” or “espresso machines” or “toys” do we need?

Box, box, box. Does anyone remember that one Monty Python skit about the post box? Box! Boîte! Box! That’s how I feel. It’s bordering on dada.

On the other hand, I was very happy that our box! Of photos made it alive and that my kettle in a box! arrived safely. The same cannot be said for the metal shelves. The legs are all bent and out of whack. I don’t know how much we will be reimbursed for the damages, but I am hoping it will be sufficient to replace the metal shelves with metal lateral files. That’s what we really need.


Terence got a look at the neighbor across the hall. A skinny, white, pimply college kid in a visor. A VISOR! We also noticed a beefy redneck dude in the parking lot. He was scary. I bet Mr. “Islam is for pussys (sic)” lives here, too. Just one big feeble-minded (but happy!) family.

4:51 p.m. - 2004-06-23



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