I cut myself on a box and I’m hurt real bad
Well I spent the day packing up stuff. Here is a little picture of my office.
As I mentioned earlier in the week Kara and I have been getting rid of a lot of stuff in preparation for the move. I am sure many of you have gone through the same purging ritual as you examine your closets and begin to calculate the trucks and manpower needed to haul your collection of shit across town. Many of you wrote in to ask what sorts of things I was discarding and suggested that perhaps I Ebay it off. The truth is 99% of the shit we got rid of was useless crap that no one would want. While it’s true that I could probably sell a box of coax cable that I stole from a cable guy’s truck three years ago, I’d just as soon throw it away and be done with it.
I don’t know why I decided to move at the same time we had three conventions taking place all within days of each other. If you come meet me at a con and I’m just curled up in a corner clutching my knees against my chest and mumbling something about leases, pet deposits and plane tickets to Baltimore, it’s probably best to just keep walking. Maybe after I slip into a coma we can have a special “come poke Gabe’s lifeless body with a stick” day or something. Wouldn’t that be fun!