waveclaw's Journal: Why I bother moving all my junk.

Great. I just spent the last four hours moving my collective trash to my apartment from the old Frat house in which it was stored. Now I've got a dozen or so boxes, tops opened and tipped on their sides, stack in the form of little cardboard shelves. I can't wait until one of them gives way and spills Math and CS textbooks all over the room. At least I can get at my boxed set of Monkey island and Leasure Suite Larry games.

I need to study for my Data Networks final (not really, unless the prof. really loads down the test with ugly problems - then I'll need sleep a lot more) and I'm already starting to see the funny little spots and hear the happy little people living in my coffie mug. Caffine addiction sucks.