I have 48 hours to be out. Edging ever closer to the point of being gone. My world is ending. But it keeps ending. It doesn't stop. Can I hit the Reset button now?

With regard to moving items out of here, I didn't make nearly as much progress today as I had hoped to do. I blame this on the snow.

A little earlier this evening, I decided to say to hell with it. It isn't going to stop snowing, and I'm sick of waiting around. It's time to whoop the monkey's ass. So I took a car load of stuff over, including boxs containing my overpowered audio system, gamecube. and tv antenna. It is fucking cold out there.

I think I should have kept the tv antenna here for the night, because it feels very lonely with an unwatchable tv, for some unexplainable reason. I rarely watch tv anyway unless there's something on that I really want to see. But the fact that I can't watch it now makes me feel uneasy. Is that pathetic, or what?

Or maybe it's the cumulative effect of everything, and that just pushed it over the edge. Most furniture, gone. Random stuff scattered around the floor in boxes. Empty fridge. And cold.

I finally turned on the heater again a few minutes ago. Yesterday, I turned it off, thinking it would never be reactivated before I left. Maybe that's why it snowed.

Once again, I feel the urge to turn my brain off and step into an eternal coma. It ain't that simple though.

I'm ripping the new Tori disc now, while listening to her last album of original material, To Venus and Back, disc 1. I remember when I bought that disc approximately 3 years ago, also on release day. I was unemployed at tha time too. History repeats itself?

Lemme see if I can dig up the rambling entry. Here. There are two of them.

Scarlet's Walk. Having more or less played it 1 time, I'm not sure what to make of it at this point. I started out intensely listening while reading the lyrics out of the book, and frankly, it didn't grab me. The words didn't make much sense to me, and I wasn't familiar enough with the music to be able to get into it.

However, the same thing could be said of Boys for Pele the first time I listened to it. In fact, it took months for the songs to etch themselves into my mind, but when they did, it was worth it. Now, it's among my favorites.

Here's the thing though. After I put the lyric book down, stopped trying to concentrate on it, and let the rest of the disc play in the background while I did other stuff, I really started to enjoy the ambience it brought. Tori with the piano, with the band still there, but having less emphasis than it did on the last two albums.

By the time Gold Dust was playing, I found myself getting really drawn in, and went back to read along with the lyric book.

Beautiful. I'll be playing the whole thing again on Argo shortly. (Oh yeah, and there's also this whole thing about the album being about a journey traversing what looks like all 50 states in the union, with the songs diagrammed on a map to show which songs happened where. It's Tori's idea. Don't ask me.)

This morning, Jaeger and I worked on the final phases of getting all the network tasks transferred away from Argo and working in their new homes. The collective is now fully operational on buildmeasite. Bitscape's Lounge redirects all appear to be going to the right place now. The NS records have been changed. festing.org mail has also been moved. It looks like we have reached a point where I could now unplug Argo from the network, and as far as the rest of the world is concerned, everything will keep working. This is good, because it needs to happen, but it also makes me feel sad. Time goes on.

You know.... This is a moment when I really wish I had a fire. My apartment doesn't have a fireplace, nor have I ever really wanted one, but.... right now, I think it would work. Anyway...

Job interview tomorrow. Plus more stuff to move. Plus cleaning.

Tonight, while Tori plays, I do my massive Dagobah backup, and maybe a couple tweaks to Bitsacpe's Lounge with a thought toward the future.

I feel awful somtimes, but I still love life, even in its lowest moments. It's hard to explain.

Anyway, here's to it. Goodnight to the snow.