I still have a ton of stuff left in medford, because I’m lame. I’ve been cleaning it out because Jo & Stacy want to sell the house and wow. I’ve found some really random weird stuff. I have about 100 billion notebooks that I’ve scribbled in– I have the first 5 pages to at least 47 different novels. This is not hyperbole– (ok, the 100 billion part is, but not the 47). Some of them might actually have been funny and/or entertaining, while others… uh… we’ll just say that I started an essay about being adopted and the nature of belonging, unfortunately non-tentatively titled “Blood Ties Lie Bleeding.”

When I am a zillionaire, I think I will hold a contest and award money or chickens or water or Space Credits or whatever is the Currency Of The Future to the person who comes up with the best rest of the novel based on 5 hastily scribbled pages I wrote when I was 14. Take your pick, I have a ton of them!

I also have at least 30 books of Irish folk music. I have songs in Irish, English and a few in Scottish; songs written by Irish immigrants in other countries, books of jigs & reels, books about the relevance and history of Irish music… I even have a dictionary of musical terms in Irish and English. This is all fascinating to me, and awesome to have on hand for reference, but… I live in a tiny apartment now and have absolutely no room for all of this stuff. So… do I keep it all, stacked in boxes cluttering up my living space? Or… or…

do I not care right now because I’m too psyched to be seeing !!! (Chk chk chk) tonight?!?!?

I think the latter.

Oh, and because no entry would be complete without bitching about my life… I thought my health insurance would kick in after 60 days of this job, but it turns out that I have to FILL OUT FORMS after 60 days, and my insurance won’t kick in until August. OY VEY! There goes another $249! ::sigh::