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It’s another one of those long sleepless nights that no amount of relaxation or reading a book can take care of. So I’m up at three in the morning, typing to an audience that doesn’t exist save a few friends.

Since I’m up though, I’ll give a short update on how things are going in the world of the Amoeba (i.e., Single-Celled Organism). Let’s see. I think a bullet list will suffice here…

• We have successfully packed out of our old place.
  
  It took us a few days to get everything packed out, but in the end we did it. I have more shit that I first thought. Surprisingly though, it is all art and/or architecture related aside from clothing and techno-crap.
  
  
• My mother has more clothes than one person should ever be allowed to have.
  
  I didn’t count, but I think I packed out at least two dozen hangers, not to mention her boxes of clothes and accessories. Seriously…
  
  
• My puppy is decidedly out of control.
  
  He’s going through horrible anxiety about the move. Plus, he’s got the “terrible twos” for puppies. Actually, what is happening is that we aren’t spending enough time with him and training daily as we ought. When a dog is young like this, they tend to require extra attention. One thing I can say though is that he is undoubtedly attached to me—which can be a problem when he hasn’t seen me all day and leaps from one vehicle to chase the one I’m driving. It’s dreadfully full of anxiety when he won’t come when he is called.
  
  
• Tomorrow we are spending much of the day cleaning our old place.
  
  We have moved everything but the stuff we are taking to Goodwill, and now we must clean up to make life easier on the new tenants. I always find it incredibly rude for people moving out not to clean up after themselves. My grandparents used to own some apartments, and people would just up and move without even cleaning up anything. It was quite disgusting considering that the people who stayed there were sub-poverty. When I would help them clean up an old apartment for the next tenant, it would invariably end up with me being sick for a while after. Let’s just say I don’t deal well with other people’s dirt.
  
  
• Tomorrow also is the day I plan on moving my trailer in to where it will reside, and so myself, for the next six months to (hopefully less than) a year.
  
  I have grand plans for my little 24-foot camping trailer. As pictured earlier, it is brown—very brown. I want to paint the walls white. Also, I’m going to look into how much it will cost to buy Roman shades at IKEA versus how much it will cost to make them. I kind of like the idea of making them because I can choose my own fabric and custom fit them to each window.
  

I should be horribly, horribly tired—and I am—but I can’t sleep. I think I get myself so wound up that I can't possible sleep because my mind is rushing though a thousand thoughts at once, so much so that I can hardly think to write this entry. There are so many things I want to say that may or may not have anything to do with my day or days to come. This ended up being substantially longer than I expected, but so much is going on that I can’t truncate this. I’ll do my best to make it readable…