My dog, I think I'm gonna make it. I'm finished up at work save for a little computer cleanup and bringing a couple of boxes of books home (like I need more of those), and a heckuva lot of packing is done here at the apartment. It looks like a war zone in here, but scrangely I can see the light. So I'm gonna go turn the amp up to about eleven and a half and rock the gonads off these mothers. The next tune you hear will be "Children of the Grave."
Please to be ignoring my filthy pockets.
My schwag. Also got some Netflix months! These folks know me pretty well. We had a very nice party and I was able to make a parting speech without weeping any big honky tears. Came close, though. :P