Yesterday we bid an unfond farewell to the apartment we had called "home" and "shithole" for 11 months. Since the decision to move came on Thursday night, Friday night was dedicated to frantic last-minute packing (until the skunk showed up) and so I didn't get to attend the concert, which, I understand, was freezing.

Yesterday was an intense day of moving in the rain. By the time we were through only a few knick knacks were left in the apartment and I headed off to see School of Rock with my friend Zach who helped us move. I would also like to point out that I'm now about 90% certain that my nose is broken. Don't ask me how, but yesterday the pain that was in my septum moved up into the bridge and this morning it had swelled up like a balloon.

Anyway, all our stuff is now literally clogging my mom's basement and garage, and we're living here for the time being. At the end of the month or even sooner, we may end up living upstairs of where we were living before, in a much nicer apartment. It's on the fourth floor, and the elevator only goes to 3, so you have to walk up a very narrow staircase to get in there. I'll keep you posted.