my apartment is finally begining to look like it did the day we got here: empty. there are boxes everywhere; no artwork, posters, or paintings on the walls; dust clutters the corners- exposed from its hiding spots under our stationary furniture. pekoe is having a balst with all these bags and boxes to play in- new terrains to explore. my computer sits, the only thing still plugged in.. waiting for the last possible moment.

sorting, sorting, sorting.. who's is who's; what will stay and what will go? anyone have living room furniture they won't need in september? i need a couch/chairs.. maybe a TV stand.. worry about that later. now it's all about moving, shifting, changing. boxes in, boxes out.

and tonight is all about *drinking*: the pub staff party is here. shelly is my date, and jill and i are working together to ensure that mackinnon gets ridiculously, god-awefully drunk.

*cheers* and goodnight- i'll see you all back at home.