When I was 13, my friend Katie and I used to do some interpretive dance to this song, acting out the lyrics. We had a pretty good routine, I think, but in retrospect that sounds kind of disturbing and could explain a few things.

I feel like every post (weekly, lately) seems to be me wondering if there's anybody out there, actually. I apologize once again, but I do think I'm sparing you by not blogging the details of packing up all my crap that once fit so neatly in this house but now feels endless.

Yesterday I backed my car into our fence. (No Asian driver jokes, please!) I hope this isn't a bad sign as we close today at 1 pm. Tom and I will become homeowners for the first time ever... buying into the American dream of mortgage payments and not living in your mother's house anymore. I feel on the verge of spastic tears at any moment but I think that might be the PMS. TMI?

In related news, I've become obsessed with HGTV and FLN.

I swear to return to regularly scheduled programming once the plaid wallpaper is down and the cow border has gone to cow heaven.

I cannot put my finger on it now...

Labels: comfortably numb, housing, music, pink floyd, rediscovering old loves, youtube