I've emptied the fridge, and now I'm just waiting for W to show up with the van he's rented.
Moving is kind of like a funeral - keeps you too busy to mourn. The view is still beautiful out the window of this flat, and I doubt I'll ever live in anything so lovely. I don't want to think about what I'm leaving behind - like the seagulls hovering and swooping over the river.
And my friend poh got mugged in the neighborhood near my house, in which he lives. He's in the hospital with facial fractures. I'm worried about him.
He's here. Time to slug some crates of booze in the van. Bye.