Jesus, it’s awful quiet around here. Stop reading this, and go to James’ last post. ‘Cause it’s fuckin’ funny.
Here’s a quick update on our move. Driving to DC went fine, even with two cats and turn signal-averse New Jerseyans. I got my operator’s license the day before we split B-town, and I made the haul myself. Well, I did have the wife and Scharpling & Wurster to keep me company.
Our apartment is really nice. You don’t get gyms and heated rooftop pools with Vermont rental agreements.
I’ll post some pics after we finish setting shit up.
We had the most horrendous retail experience of all time at an IKEA in Maryland. I’ll have to save the full story for another entry.
There have been other trials as well, and I’m not talking the Scooter Libby variety. But overall, it’s been pretty fun. I feel closer to America, for better or worse.
I love not running into people I know everywhere I go. But I have had recent dreams in which my web buddies Tanner, Jay and Brooke D. all made appearances. So I must miss ’em already. Don’t worry, Molly — I miss you, too. And Bill… and MGP…
And now that we finally have internet connectivity, I’ll be leaving persnickity comments on everybody’s blogs. So look the fuck out.