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