living on the edge

of course, this is why you love me (or love to read me... come on, you know you do... in my dreams)... it's all the living on the edge i do... and the sarcasm and self-mockery, of course... have we lost our minds again (certainly we hope so, we've been so boringly sane and cautious for so long, i mean, weeks, almost... worries?... frets?... as they once said in the high society circles, oh pishaw, pishaw i say!...

so eight more boxes (eight?... yes, eight... amazing, isn't it?) were emptied and four more boxes were almost emptied (as in i am getting tired of sorting and deciding where things should go so i am pausing) and i still have that nagging feeling that we either left a few things at the last apartment or we left a box or few on the truck (as in they didn't unload them all and closed up the truck before i got out there to see the truck was empty... paranoid?... only if everyone in the world was completely honest, aye?)... but like the original message said, there's always hope (i hope)...

what is missing from this space are shelves... shelves for the cds and dvds and shelves for the books and shelves for the stuff... and a desk space office area, which might require more spaces, but shelves can squeeze in anywhere, living space or bedroom... heck, up north i had a big enough kitchen so that all the walls of the kitchen were lined with shelves and the shelves were filled with books... but no shelves for the books and cds and stuff in boxes here... alas, missing shelves, i am missing shelves...

at least i am not missing teeth... yet :)