Noah hung out with me this morning while I waited for the movers to come take my stuff out of my apartment. Despite numerous attempts to get rid of stuff, I still have quite a lot. Noah and I drew ourselves, ninjas, and werewolves while waiting for everything to get done. It seemed to take forever. Afterwards, we had pizza at Snap!.
Sarah flew off to Norway today. It didn’t really hit me until the very second that she disappeared behind the up escalator as I rode the down. It was the sear of fire and smoke in my eyes. It was a scouring of my throat. It was my legs leadening. It was the air jelling. I drowned my way to my car and gasped. She flies East, and soon I will drive West. There will be Christmas, or flights in between — but now — then, as I fumbled my keys into the ignition — she was farther away on the other side of the checkpoint than she will be in Norway. I hope that in two weeks, she’ll call for the thirtieth time to tell me about the color green as it applies to fields, and I’ll tell her about the sun pouring down from the sky and knocking me off of my feet.
My mom, Lisa, Stan, and Noah came to help me pack at 3. Stan and I packed almost the rest of the living room, Lisa and my mom powered through the entirety of the kitchen. Noah watched Futurama and Scooby Doo. I didn’t really think that I had as much kitchen stuff as I do. Anyway, the bedroom, bathroom, fishtank, and “entertainment center” are all that are left– except for the deep cleaning that my apartment doesn’t deserve.
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I’ve been on pins and needles for seemingly months, but finally I have documents in my email offering me the position of Software Engineer at SugarCRM in Cupertino, California. My start date is August 25th. I’m very excited — not just for the job, but also for the daily intake of sunshine.
It’s 11:59 on Radio Free America; this is Uncle Sam, with music, and the truth until dawn. Right now I’ve got a few words for some of our brothers and sisters in the occupied zone: “the chair is against the wall, the chair is against the wall”, “john has a long mustache, john has a long mustache”. It’s twelve o’clock, American, another day closer to victory. And for all of you out there, on, or behind the line, this is your song.
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