Actually getting somewhere

Indeed, I was able to sort out the stuff I wanted to keep from the stuff I either threw away or plan to sell. I got the "keep" stuff down to 4 totes of "good" stuff -- and the totes were large so I got everything (even some pretty big items) into the totes. The only stuff out of the totes is my luggage (like I am ever going anywhere again). On the upside, if I sell everything else, I am left with primarily things that I can move myself. My bed, my bookcases, my good reading chair and my Duncan Fife antique table are all that I would need a truck to move.

I have been pretty frantic lately dealing with some student problems as well as with my own work. I got a 90% on that first short Bloomsbury paper -- I wrote it on Virginia Woolf's "Kew Gardens" and the narrative perspective therein. She was impressed with my style and was only concerned that I didn't do so well about to practicing what I preach: "So What?"

I need some fucking time off. I cannot wait until this weekend. The garage sale is Friday and Saturday. I can sit on my ass writing papers and collecting money -- even if it is only a few bucks, it will be worth it.

I'm going to miss the stove. Everything else is garbage, really.

I am going to have 4 weeks off at Christmas, but that will be spent studying for my comps. They are a-comin'!

I still have a few papers to grade for my 6:00. I'm outtie.