nostalgicI managed to donate all of my stuff except for two rugs, a small rolling shelf, a bunch of glasses I got for free with bottles of liquor and a frying pan. Writing up my "zu verschenken" sign on a bit of cardboard made me feel like free, like a hobo. Perhaps I should start hitch-hiking. I am now drinking my last bottle of Rotkäppchen in my bare, happy house. I was happy here.
Apparently I am now a lightweight. At least, compared to a bit over a year ago when I was downing two bottles and going to work the next day. Good times, good times. I hope I wake up for 9am tomorrow when someone comes to pick up the last blankets for her kids, and 11am when I have to hand over the keys.
Excuse me while I don't care for a moment, though.
We're all quite sane.
Siouxsie and the Banshees - Happy House
