Do I go through this every summer? I don’t have the intestinal fortitude to go through the archives and find out. But things here are pretty blah. I haven’t been traveling as much. I have a crapload of birthdays coming up. And my sense of humor apparently went south around the time I really truly, no freaking joke, my salary, my future depends on it, deadline for my dissertation.

I think I am going to be MIA for a while. Until the funny, sarcastic me decides to reappear.

God. I suck at lying. Why do I have to suck at it?

I AM MOVING! After two years of living in the same shit hole place - I am moving! My greedy greedy landlord decided to raise the rent on my crappy crappy apartment. I have been thinking of moving for a few months now, but with the raise in rent it was a no brainer.

I am moving to Midtown Sacramento. There are a few things that I will be sacrificing for the new move:
1. A permanent parking space for my cute little car.
2. Approximately 500 square feet of living space.

The pros totally outweigh the above cons however. There are entirely way too many to list, but the number one reason is that I will be living in a brand new place. And by brand new I mean still being built as of today new. No more 300 bucks for electric.

I can’t even begin to explain how excited I am to purge and move. The Salvation Army is not even going to know what hit them after I get everything together I want to get rid of.

I hate dreaming about work. Because then it is like you NEVER get a break. This is one reason why I look forward to graduate school being over. Hopefully I won’t have any more dreams about it.

I hate dreaming about the Big A. He has been out of my life for longer than he was in it and I wish that he wasn’t stuck in some backspace in my brain.

I hate dreaming about Tester too. For the same reason I hate dreaming about the big A.