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Project Move Your Ass (Status: Complete)
I have written and (accidentally) deleted the same entry twice now over two days, so the news is old to me and I'm just going to skip it. I will say that I am finished moving completely out of The Cell and that I ran into the new me as I was moving Frida as the last last thing I had to do. The new me, the new Cell inhabitant, is a young woman in her very early 20's and painfully nice. She seemed very familiar--tho' I did not speak to her except to apologize for blocking the walkway while I warmed up Frida--and anyway, everyone in the student ghetto seems very familiar after a while. So I'm moved out of The Cell and into three places (Max's, Kelly's, and a storage unit) and god knows where anything is. I'm making my home wherever i hang my helmet these days, and that's so fucking cool. Judi's out of town this week, at a conference in Las Vegas, so instead I took a long walk with Kelly this afternoon, having skipped yoga last night, and a long afternoon of Edo fantasizing, which does not threaten to spiral out of control at least. And I'm moved. I'm moved. Thank the lord, I'm moved.
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