What in the F[riff]ing Name of Odin

Tomorrow the move begins. All this stuff goes to Doug's parent's house. I don't get to use the computer at my every whim anymore, and I don't get to talk to Graham like I want to. It'll all be good in the end, 'cause I'm going to Virginia, and I'll get to be really close to him [compared to now, anyway]. We have basic ideas involving tons of cool stuff... Camping and museums and waterfalls and mountains and the ocean and lots more.

It does give me lots more time for knitting. Though a lot of that time will be likely spent composing letters.

Anyway, I'm gonna go get some stuff done before he gets back online, for then I want only to be distracted from household pre-moving duties by him.
La.

Song of the Night:: Alice in Chains, Angry Chair