February 8th, 2001:

I am leaving now to go get the keys to the new place. I was waiting on Brad, but he fell asleep. I called him and woke him up and told him if we didn’t leave now, then we wouldn’t be there before 7pm, which is when they close. He says he is leaving now. I hope that is the truth.

Brought my folks to the airport. Now I’m at home. I am supposed to be packing. But I don’t even know where to start. I know where I SHOULD start… with a trash can. And just fill it up. I have way too much junk. But… I hate to part with it. You name it… I probably have it… somewhere.

• 4 500 watt halogen construction lights.
  
• 1 unused socket 7 motherboard.
  
• 3 corded telephones, none of which are in very good shape
  
• 1 answering machine, missing the power cord
  
• 1 13″ Packard Bell monitor, not sure if it works.
  
• 2 old computer cases with cdrom drive and broken floppy drive. No motherboard.
  
• 1 P90 computer chip, very used
  
• 1 portable CD player, very scratched, still works.
  
• A set of old luggage, very nasty, very 70′s, very used.
  
• 1 press board entertainment center, decent shape, no backing, doors removed and lost
  
• 3 8×10 sized photo paper development trays
  
• 1 cat, very winy (oh… wait.. no.. I’m keeping that)
  
• 1 really cute turtle lamp, missing the shell. note: lamp is not so cute without shell
  
• 1 old 386 TI laptop with case, very heavy, would make a good weapon
  
• 1 really cool clock/radio/lamp, has a really cool feature that automatically turns the alarm off for you if you don’t do it within three minutes (blech)
  
• 1 really cool indiglow clock/radio, sometimes it resets itself to 12:00am for no reason
  

The list goes on and on. That is just from memory. What do I do with this crap?

Update: This crap is all for sale. Hell, if you’re willing to come get it (or pay for shipping) I’ll give it away.

An atom walks into a bar and orders a double. The bartender gives him his drink and says “What’s the matter, man, you look terrible.”

The atom, with a horrible look on his face responds, “well… I lost an electron today.”

“Are you sure?” asks the bartender.

After a second, the atom replies, “I’m positive.”