I am tired and my room is full of stuff I've taken hom from my parents' house. Still helping with the move, and it's going to take awhile. Those who don't understand why this move is taking forever have obviously never had to move out of a house that's been in the family for nearly a century and a half. There are paintings and photographs, heirlooms and keepsakes, furniture, honey extraction equipment, tons -- literally -- of propolis that need to be disposed of, and none of that is stuff that my parents actually consider theirs. New homes need to be found for things that The Family can't bear to lose. I lightened the load by two small boxes and a fan this afternoon.
Rocky tonight. I may try to take a short nap this evening, since I got somewhere in the ballpark of four hours of sleep last night. Just at this moment four hours is more than usual, but at 4:00 AM on Sunday it'll be taking its toll. I'd like to be awake for the show. Ellen's out of town this weekend, so if anybody else wants to try to take me home, now's your chance because she won't be there.
Anyway, I'm gonna go take that nap, but before I do, I might as well mention that Quazarin is back on the web. What's Quazarin, you ask? It's the fun but not very good a cappella group I sang with a few years back. I've had a couple of e-mail requests for the CD, so I contacted Mikey and we decided to dedicate part of my site as a new shrine to Quazarin. Check it out here, and please believe that I've grown beyond my memories of high school.