Rockers,

So last night I had to move and people, I hate moving. I mean, I really hate moving. Given the choice of spending a week in a maximum security prison in a dress or moving I would definitely choose moving, but not by much.

The only good thing about this move was that it was only from one room to another in the same house. The not so good thing was that my new room is much smaller. So now, instead of living among thirty small piles of crap, I'm afraid I'm going to find myself living in one gigantic compost heap of crap full of mice and fingernails. Oh well.

Actually, I'm being pretty melodramatic. The move was actually pretty OK for a couple more reasons: 1) I got completely smashed before doing it and thus remember surprisingly little of the actual process and 2) Ladyfriend Sarah, who generally makes sure I eat and bathe and don't die, did much of the organizational work. She rules.

Anyway, I'm thinking about having a breaking-in party for my new room, but I can unfortunately only invite three of you. I'll be raffling off tickets soon.