I'm sitting in my new living room right now, completely surrounded by boxes. It's quite overwhelming. I'd move to a different room but there will only be even more boxes. The sight of them all makes me want to run away. Scream. Do a dance. Or have Mary Poppins come over so she could magically empty them all into their rightful places. Ah-ha! And there is the problem...we are lacking in enough"rightful places." I have probably 10 boxes of books but no shelves to speak of. So until I buy shelves, I will be forced to look at those 10 boxes. I guess I could unpack them, but I don't want to stare at huge amounts of books piled on the floor, either.
It's stressful just writing about it. And boring to boot. Surely there is something more exciting to write about...yesterday I wrote about this guy in my alley who was carrying around his porn magazine. But my blog decided not to publish it and I ain't retyping the story. That was pretty exciting, though...in a really grose kind of way.

Man, I need some sugar.