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At work. Tired, so I took some caffeine pills from the medicine cabinet. Started getting drowsy. Looked at the package and saw they were for menstrual cramps :(

Thursday Lunch, a text from my college friend Greg.

Well, the terrifying process of boxing up my life has commenced. About a third was moved yesterday, with assistance from my co-worker Dave, and I’m about to begin again with Matt this morning. I eschewed renting a moving truck this time, although this means a lot of trips back and forth.

Although I seem to have too many things to move as quickly as I’d like, I also have too few things to properly fill a two-bedroom apartment. These things will be worked out, possibly through a binge trip to Target.

Moving the bed always seems to be the catalyst to actually living in the new space… until then, you’re just pretending. And speaking of hauling that bed…

Somehow, the Huck-Finnishness has gone out of summer, and there’s no getting it back except, perhaps, to find your inner Huck Finn. There may be no slipping away down the Mississippi into another life. But today would be a good day, once the dew is off the grass, to wander out into the open and lie on your back and watch the clouds float by overhead without even trying to decide what they resemble.

-from NYT editorial A Pause Before Summer

Bacterial conjunctivitis due to the common pyogenic (pus-producing) bacteria causes marked grittiness/irritation and a stringy, opaque, grey or yellowish mucopurulent discharge (gowl, goop, “gunk”, “eye crust”, sleep, or other regional names) that may cause the lids to stick together (matting), especially after sleeping.

And of course, it’s in my shooting eye… today will be a difficult day at work. Damn it.

Update: Four days later, it’s gone. I no longer cause small children to weep.

Back from my trip to the corn-loving state of Nebraska, it feels oh so strange returning to work after a week off. There’s a new website, the Flaming Lips concert I’m shooting Friday night, and our final house party this Saturday. I move into a beautiful new apartment next week and return to a roommate-less life. A lot to discuss. Mr. Franklin, are you there?

“When you’re finished changing, you’re finished.”