Spanky, What's Yer 20?

i am a fidgety fellow, and my head don't work right. moving most of my junk was a big bastard, but it's over with. had some times with bloody marys, rain, a grilled brick of cheese, some honey weiss, some more rain, and olden times card game, some more honey weiss, a cheeseball movie, a sleepover, running hither and yon across the city taking photos at personal and universal landmarks, and hanging about on a sunken couch. it all seems to have occured simultaneously, and the last few days are making about as much sense to me as this explaination of them probbably does to you. i'm glad i'm bouncing everywhere, though, because the few minutes alone here in the empty apartment were spent pacing from room to room opening drawers and leafing through the leftover piles of detrius on the floor. i feel like i've really got to shut my head off for a while until i'm on the plane and i'm forced to go through with this. sheesh.