Every night after work this week is scheduled for apartment packing. Last night I found a stash of framed childhood scribbles that my parents have gifted to me. The thing is that they do just look like scribbles afterall. Genius must still be forthcoming. The legion of dust bunnies under the bed set off my allergies and left a slight tickle in my throat. I fear they are regathering their forces for a new attack on my respiratory system tonight. Brian found that the best use for that moderately embarrassing Beanie Baby collection is as packing materials for dishes and breakables. My plan was to resell the things for a tidy profit until the market fell out back in 2000. The Beanie market still has not recovered.
My next project should be whittling down my possessions to fit everything in this box desk. I could take it on the subway like a messenger bag, only much larger and boxier.
