Weird Day

So I spent a good portion of today throwing old shit out. I try to do that when I feel like I have too much stuff. And so much of my stuff is so trashy anyway - if I'm not using it, it should really go.

Potentially moving again is definitely what sparked this, no question about that.

My house is really coming along - I was kinda dubious about Erica living here but it's really been fine, we're getting along just peachy and her being here has definitely provided me the kick in the ass I needed to get moving with things. And she's been a huge help.

It is definitely possible that I could start looking for a place in Philly, and when I find one, I'd move there and find someone to rent the downstairs of this house. Then I'd have double the income I have now, plus I'd be living somewhere I don't hate.

Imagine that.

So, Bevan called me tonight. No, not to talk. But the conversation was almost comical, it was so awkward. He basically said, "assuming you're actually speaking to me, I need a favor, I need a computer part."

So I said go ahead, come on over, I'll show you what I got and you see if you can use it.

Cause I have two huge plastic bins of electronic this and thats - USB chords, mice, I have a few keyboards in there, I think I've got a graphics card, I have a zip drive, firewire stuff, I don't know, random shit.

So he did come over and he did raid my computer bins, and thanked me very much, and then left.

I was thisclose to being like, "um, can we still be friends?"

But I didn't say that. Maybe we are still friends. I don't know. No, we probably aren't.