I'm frustrated I haven't had time to write.
I almost got arrested at Monkey Joe's yesterday (I wish I was joking.)
I've found some of the coolest things while sorting (lost jewelery, money, letters and pictures from politicians - including Rod Blagojevich .)
It' surprising what I've decided I can't live without and am packing.
The experience of packing is like having your life flash before your eyes, only it's not a flash, it's a long grueling process.
I miss skating.
I finally got sick of the "Beastie Boys" station on Pandora I've been mostly listening to since I started packing and switched to Led Zepplin/BobMarley/Rolling Stones.