What a piss-crap weekend, ending with a horrible sunburn on my back and shoulders. The one good thing, this morning I bought an antique chamber pot for ten bucks. It's white with a red trim along the lip and a rusty bottom.
Good: Aimee is coming to visit in September and taking us to Sigur Ros. Whoo Hoo! Bad: I have unpacked the last of essential boxes today, which gives me time to miss my dad.
Before we moved into the house, Karl bought a new hot water heater for cheap from where he works. He delivered it on his lunch break on day and then installed the fucking thing - drilling a hole in the roof and all. By himself
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I can see the city from here. I can estimate, within a half inch, where I was an hour ago - drinking and dancing and wanting... to just take the N and call it good.