I am bird free, which is excellent, and G’s owner didn’t mind too much about all the dead plants, which is pretty great, too, but now I’m semi-homeless through the end of the month. It’s okay, because I have a system: I spend weekends with my parents, weekdays at work and toodling around town, and weeknights in the house of rabbits, which is also where I’m storing all of my junk. I don’t have a fridge or a freezer, so my coworker is storing all of my frozen dinners and brings me one for lunch every day. All this, because I refused G’s owner’s offer to stay at her house because I didn’t want to share any more of my life with the bird. Hmm.
Anyway, I spent all last week packing. I have a system, perfected to an art form after ten moves: if I can get rid of it, I do. Selling, donating, freecycling…I do it all, because I will not be happy until my life fits into a Caboodle. Anyway, this time I introduced wine into the system. A questionable decision, but it worked out for the best as I was finally able to convince myself I shouldn’t hold on to any clothing just because it “might work for a Halloween costume someday.” I also finally rid myself of the Bingo-booty iPod speakers I won over a year ago (still don’t have an iPod), some VHS movies (but not Speed…never Speed), and some clothes for a small profit. I’m absurdly proud of this. If I could just train myself to, I don’t know, make my own sandwiches instead of eating at Subway on a daily basis, I could have saved almost the same amount of money in two weeks. I know this, but I don’t do it. That’s just not how the system works.