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*pokes Baen* Want my Webscription!

*sigh* I'm a little sore from all the boxing last night: 35 boxes of books, which is almost all my fiction, and a good portion of the non-fiction. The book boxes seem to be running low - I know I had enough on the last move, but my roommates seem to have snatched them up for their own use. I may have just enough for the books, and then I'll have to resort to others for the non-book crap. You know you're stressed when you get possessive of boxes, for heaven's sake.

Looks like my 17" monitor has sold. Dude was supposed to swing by last night, but I'll scurry home at noon today to meet him and get the money. I'll be hanging onto the 19" until it sells or I find a use for it, but since Dru has volunteered, I'll send him off to recycle the excess computers.

Running home will also give me a chance to nab what comic lists I've got, so I can type them up and make them look pretty (legible) for taking to comic book store. Maybe a run by the bank so I can figure out exactly what my cash situation is. They haven't actually asked me for the earnest money yet, but I'd better have it around, one way or another.

I'm looking forward to the end of this, so I can get past the disturbing dreams and onto the jubilation over owning my own home.

Small things

The best part of biking the Burke-Gilman is the dusty-sweet smell of blackberries in the sun. There are other perks, but that's my favorite.

My two monitors are soldsoldsold, and Dru said he'd take care of the computers, so that's another load off my mind. I think I'll deal with clothes and laundry tonight and spare my back a bit. I'd read, but well... packed.