I can only write when that madman is staring down at me.

I was going to write something funny about how I moved all my stuff out of my apartment but I'm still in Kirksville, and now I'm a homeless bum living off the charity of friends, and I'm going to try and see if I can sleep in a different place every night. Then, as I was carrying my computer monitor to my car on the third carful of boxes I took to Rachel and Nick's, I saw a lady dumpster diving in the garbage bin behind the apartment, filling a baby carriage with salvageable rubbish, and I didn't really feel like it anymore.