This morning finds me sitting on the front steps of my new apartment in Rochester. Why the front steps? Well, the cable guy can't squeeze us in until August 10th and so I've been walking around like a god damn fool with my computer in my hands like a post-modern divining rod, desperately searching for a wireless network to steal from. And folks, I found one. Thank you Bumblebubuyog.
So far, everything has gone smoothly. Ladywife and I have somehow managed to keep the urge to mercilessly murder each other under control, with only a few moments of simmering resentment and sarcastic remarks having made it to the surface. It helps that our new apartment is pretty amazing...and big. So, when unpacking one more crate and barrel box starts to feel like too much, well, it's pretty easy to go and hide.
I appear to be losing signal, and I have to go buy a car today, so I guess I'll wrap it up. I'll post when I can (i.e. when the thievin' is good), but it may be sporadic.
I spent a few hours cleaning out the basement of your old Somerville Rock House the other night, and I gotta say, it was a sad time. Piles of FxA posters, boxes of day-glo EP sleeves, a drawer full of the infamous orange stickers, and a garbage bag full of FxA t-shirts, all abandoned in a musty corner of a basement.
