My heart is beating like a hammer...

Good ole Metric.

My desk is so crowded we've started calling it "The Nest."  Which is a mocking title it (I) richly deserves.

Things living in the nest:

repaired triplicate lamp
small painted octopus
a box of beads
xeroxed photos of my brother's art
lip balm
books.  so.  many.  books.  all partially read.
a miniature merry-go-round
a box of story ideas
a recorder
mascara
three letters
a bottle of tylenol
a sewing kit
the list just goes on forever, I swear.

Oh, oh-ah-oh, I got a love that keeps me going Oh, oh-ah-oh--

But still, I am a lonely boy, right now.  Almost a month.  Almost.

A list of things that open (in my immediate view):

the giant samsung printer I am debating selling
a book, "How to Write a Damn Good Thriller"
a storage drawer of odds and ends
a shoebox
a teal purse
a Swiss back pack
two slide-open keyboard phones
a couple tubes of ancient nail polish
a mandolin case

I mean, it's going to happen one way or another.

Right?

I am putting off the day as best I can.  Not for any particular reason, either, it's just that time in general seems uninterested in my wishes, and continues regardless of my plans, and bulldozes things right along...  So we've developed a passive-aggressive relationship.

Things I Am Dreading

plane rides (3 of them, in total)
not working (for 2 months, which was, initially, quite exciting)
carrying lots of heavy things (boxes, the number of which is too high to know)
mailing lots of heavy things (re: boxes)
moving Yet Another Piano to Yet Another Unknown Location
putting things I love in boxes (a dog and a cat, notably)
being scared