da da daaaa daaaaaa. da da DA DA daaaaaa.

Sorry... lots of cleaning solution fumes today. Hey, speaking of today, it's my final day in Seattle. I wish I could post something like, "Hey people, let's go hang out cause it's my last day in Seattle!", but I still got about forty two thousand square feet of house to clean, so I'll be doing that until... forever. Actually, I'll be taking the occassional break to repair the various things we've damaged or the dog and cat have eaten.

Tomorrow, I say goodbye to my beloved imasage for six long weeks. The dog, the cat, my friend Steve, two scooters, and a trailer full of about a thousand pounds of stuff will then embark on a 900 mile drive, and hopefully arrive in San Francisco in one piece. I'll move in to the new place on Sunday. The rest of our stuff should arrive sometime next week.

It's unbelievable how much junk we've accumulated in the year and a half we've lived here. I've taken like six truckloads of stuff to the dump, plus another truckload to goodwill. There will be one final truckload tomorrow. I should have some kind of "frequent dumper" card by now. Damn.

The fun thing about spending the whole day cleaning is that you can listen to lots and lots of music uninterrupted. I'm through the first four albums of the Dead Milkmen catalog and after the next one, it stops, because the later stuff was all crap. What should I queue up after that?