Oh Fuck.

Good morning world.

Whenever I move I'm always baffled by the number of books I've collected. Why do I have a book of photographs of "Handmade Woodstock Houses" from the 1970s? For real. It was fun looking at them while I was boxing them up just because it is a reminder of what a dumb fuck I've been at times. I like to keep my Sam Harris next to my Credible Signs of Christ Alive. Bless the movers. Bless them.

Now if I can just get back to residence #1 without throwing up in my car. That's right, sick again. I was up watching Leisha Hailey and Kate Moennig's Podcast at 2:00 am last night.



Whatever you KNOW that you have youtubed Kate Moennig. Don't play.

Right so I was up late and when I got up at 7:00... well I won't over-share, but I'm not at my best at the moment. It is never a good sign when you have to search for a suitable vomit bag before a 2+ hour drive.