Well, crap.

Arthur is doing the not-booting-up thing again, which is why there was no photojournal post last night, and won't be until I get him to turn on. -_- Motherfucker.

I woke up at 9:30 and then went back to sleep, and I had stupid dreams and woke up at 2:30. Wasted so much time.

Packing up more of my shelves. I'm really trying to pare down how much stuff I have, but it's tough fighting my packrat instinct every second.

blaaaaaaaah

My back is killing me, guys. D: Someone come trade me a backrub for my delicious baked goods.

On the productive side, I packed up a whole bunch of shiz, and now two of my bookshelves are neatly collapsed and waiting for relocation. My room is actually more navigable now, except +2 feet of walking space somehow = banging my shin into the sticky-out part of my bed drawers. Owwww.

I took down almost all of the pretty on my closet door. John Hodgman remains, because a) he's the only one who didn't rip during the takedown/detaping, and b) he's awesomesauce with a side of fries. Minerva likes to sleep in my closet, which is very new news, and she ain't getting the chance much longer either.

While I was in the bathroom, I realized that being on probation and living with my brother aren't really going to mix well. The home checks never take more than a couple of minutes, and I haven't had one in a while, but.... there's a significant difference between my home now and that place. Like, HUGE.

Anyway. I am going to give Kristin her computer back, because that's the good thing to do. xD