Macudonurodo

well, that's it, sexies! the last dish in the last box, all sealed up with a giant "PQ" scrawled on top. tomorrow i have to get up earlier than anyone's ever gotten up in the history of humanity, even earlier than they did in the olden days to kill a sleeping mastodon, and shove everything i own into a storage bin. next week it'll just be me, a chair, the laptop, and granny's inflatable bed. pretty soon i won't get to hear einar's old lady come up from the basement and call everyone in the building a son of a bitch at three a.m. time to put jammies on and brush the teefiz.