“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard: October 12, 2003

Friday, October 17, 2003

So the other morning, as I'm going around the back of the house to get the car to take nate to work, a woman in a bathrobe and slippers walks up the street, and seeing Nate on the porch she does the neighborly thing and offers him a beer.

You know, all my reservations about moving are now gone. Sure it's not as nice as the place we left, but I'll never be short of material again.

OK guys, sometime in the next couple of days the move to the new/old house will be complete. Jay and Myself have allready moved in most of our stuff, and Nate will be moving in just as soon as we can borrow another truck.

So be advised, there's a mother of a party coming. If you're in the area and would like to come party (even after having read my sociopathic ramblings) contact me via e-mail. The link's on the left somewhere.

See you in hell.