Moving.

I'm still in the process of moving. I made some progress on my Giant Pile O' Worldly Belongings, but there's a lot left to do. I have Memorial Day off and I'm going to try and spend most of it hauling.

I was very exhausted this morning. I haven't been eating, drinking, or sleeping properly and today it got to the point where it was difficult just to walk up the stairs. I drank a full gallon of Gatorade and slept twelve hours and now I feel wonderfully comfortable-by-contrast. I'm going to ruin it again tonight and tomorrow, but after that I should be able to live comfortably (and post normally) again.

I like to name things in my life--the car is Stella, the old apartment in Washington was the Den of Sin, the guns all have names. And so I declare this apartment the Girlcave. Because it reminds me of Batman and of a vagina.