I’m just about done listing our lives on Ebay. I’m not sure if “done” means finished in the sense of “no more stuff” or “done” in the sense of “over it”. It’s hard to see the reality of the situation when you’re so close to the subject matter.

Whatever the case, tonight, I’m done in every sense of the word. I think this may be specific to girls but, I’m feeling very fat and uninspired. The bedroom is cordoned off into piles of “keep”, “Ebay”, “Craigslist” and “not sure, just ignore until it takes care of itself”. Our lighting is a industrial orange two headed shop light that throws off a tremendous amount of heat and light. I’m laying on our temporary bed of two twin size memory foam rolls stacked on each other. They look filthy and I would be mortified if anyone saw our bedding in this state. Unfortunately I am equally uninspired to fight with the heavy and cumbersome memory foam to get the covers off and then wrestle them back on after the wash. The double foam stack puts me about four inches above the hardwood floor. Lying next to me is a box of Peanut Butter Bumpers, a ripped open bag of Ricola cough drops, a praying mantis case that Engineer Blair made this summer. It’s in it’s very own pile of “can’t part with, but really should get rid of it”. Actually a few things have this designation. I find that I keep picking this stuff up and moving it to different corners of the room. As the piles get smaller, these items are becoming harder to ignore.

Andrew Blair has been working on some last minute programming with our very brainiacaly bent friend Rufus (who might be hiking the PCT with us). They’re working on some magic voodoo for the superbowl. Since I am not brainiacaly bent in the same fashion, this leaves me to be left to my own devices while the two talk regressions, smergressions and other math stuff that my mind can’t wrap around. So, I’ve posted a few last things online and turned to a weak but tasty rum and coke to continue the spree from last nights drinking and listing extravanganza.

It’s 8:43. 9 is considered “hiker’s midnight”. I feel like it might be time for bed.