in the beginning, there was... (howard the duck)

last day at the Fortress of Solitude 1.0. cable company's already shut off the tv feed (guess i won't be watching "Modern Marvels" today...), though i've still got the internet. for now.

final stretch of packing. arguably the hardest part. gathering up all the odd, last minute things. getting everything in position to be moved as easily as possible. a final trip to good will, to unload a lot of things that aren't even mine. in less than 24 hours, men are coming to haul all of this out. any delays will be on my dime.

i'm anxious as all hell about this move going smoothly, but i can't wait to be out of here. this has been the worst trip i've ever been on.