Putting my brain back together

Birthdays are fun to drag out; moving is not. I had to get a storage unit when I moved last month, and then I was a hobo for about a week. I got everything out of storage yesterday, so I am now surrounded with chipboard furniture and wine boxes full of my books, fabric, knick knacks, and who knows what else.



Step 1: get belongings in order. step 2: rebuild brain. step 3: build a fort with the empty boxes.

Knives out, records down

Jokes turn into efficiency.



I always used a putty knife to take down my 45s, but my friends are smarter than me.





Yeah, I've been slacking on posts due to finishing up work and now getting ready to be out of my apartment by early on Friday. Have I mentioned that I'm not a minimalist? And this fills me with rage every time I move? I've gotten better, but I come from a long line of packrats...besides, I like my stuff.