Remind me again why I'm moving.
This packing nonsense is awful. I finally got all my CDs packed away, but there's still lots of DVDs and VHS tapes. Not to mention all the books and other random crap that's accumulated in my room over the past 26 years or so. Do you know I have two Kermit the Frog dolls. Two. I have no idea why. They've both been packed.
Shit son, John Updike died today. Lung Cancer. I feel kinda bad I always called him Upchuck. Still, I'm no fan of his writing style. (He used far too many sentence fragments and run-on sentences for my taste.) He was 76 years old. He will be sorely missed, I'm sure. Here's the AP news release.