Anyway I'm in Seattle now. Moving was typical of me, I didn't start preparing until the day before, which meant that I stayed up from after work the day before until 10 am packing my house into little boxes. My dad arrived driving a big huge unmarked white van, which probably could have contained a squad or two of CIA agents. It took 12 hours to load the boxes and things into this van (The clock said that it took 3 hours, but IT didn't have to carry 600 pounds of crap through an apartment complex and stuff itinto a van.) We then drove a van that weighed as much as my house (minus walls) the 180 miles up to Seattle. Woop.

Towards the end, I started feeling as if I had consumed a few buckets of cod-flavored grease. I think it may have been the lack of sleep combined with the fatigue. The feeling disappeared after I had a couple of 'Turbo Truffles'. Those are little soft chocolates which contain 150 mg of caffeine. They barely mask the taste of the substance. Caffeine tastes a lot like dirt, it seems.

While cleaning up, I came across an ad for a beverage consisting of water and caffeine. "Krank20" it was called. Odd name. Sounds like it might contain more than just caffeine.

So I met up with the band again. We're all raring to play. Um... it's a little late, and I didn't get much rest. And, I'm connected via company laptop and slow 1-800 number. That means bonus spelling errors and discontinuity.

All I want to do now is sleep. I have to finish the next part of the db CGI thing before wednesday. I'm on vacation, right? Right. But, I'm working. I hope my employers show the same liberal mindset concerning conventional modes of employment when I tell them I'm moving Seattle. I guess what it comes down to is: If they let me work from Seattle, I will. If they don't, someone else will.

I guess my next plans will be flying to Hawaii on Friday, then flying to San Francisco a couple of days later. There I shall meet the Taos folks and be merry. Wow, I wonder if steve will be there already. After a week there, I fly back to Portland, where the remaining single week of residence in my apartment will be used.

Hey, while I'm flying around like an idiot, why don't I go to D.C. too? Then I can fling bits of zip-tie at the two company refugees that work at Erols. Naaaah. It's too far away, and I haven't got any real good experiences on the west coast.