Relocation

I moved to Seattle. (XEATTLE!!)
I forgot my underwear.
I should be getting a big box o' undies in the mail tomorrow. Yay.

It is evident that Seattle is going to take all my money and make me a fat, caffeinated alcoholic with strange sleep patterns. Not much of a change, really, except for an increase in intensity.

Well, at least until vet tech school starts in a couple weeks. I don't exactly know what to expect, but Admissions said I probably wouldn't have time for a job, so I am expecting to be busy. It'll be a refreshing change from sitting at my parents' house with the TiVo, watching bizarre Discovery Health Channel programs and 10 hours of Law & Order every day. "10:30pm, time to get into my PJs - oh wait, I've been wearing them for the past week. I guess I'll watch more Law & Order then, or maybe 'Born Without A Face'. Either that or I'll finally get dressed and go to the bar." Well, away with that! No longer! ...We don't have TiVo here. Or any channels, actually. Looks like it's to the bars, then, and there are at least 3 within a 30 second's walk.

My new bedroom is approximately the size of the closet of my last bedroom in Olympia - no exaggeration - but that last bedroom was ridiculously massive. So I'm not complaining, it's just an amusing observation to me. My only complaint is that I don't have room for my keyboard, so I will really miss playing piano. I suppose I would have space for it if I'd opted for a bed that didn't take up half of my bedroom, but my bed is where I spend up to 80% of my day, so I ain't fuckin' around thar. Speaking of which, I've had a hard day of eating and reading comic books, so it's time for a nap.