So I'm all moved in. Granted, I should go and buy some groceries other than beer, but all my stuff is moved in, after great frustrations with the Chinese--first noon, then two, then three, then at last at 350, but then it was very fast--we were done in less than an hour, miraculously. I just feel bad for the poor Chinaman whose turn it was to sit in the back of the truck with all my stuff. But at least he gets a cigarette.

It's been and odd, itinerant month, and I think I was starting to come down with something with all that sleeping of the floor. I think it's going to be a comfortable lifestyle, and strangely enough the apartment seems bigger now that there's more stuff in it. I will need to restock several things, though, and so far I've only put up the DVDs and comics--the academic shelves (and there should be 7 in all) will take some more time to assemble.

Other than that, school's going well, but budo hasn't been happening nearly often enough. Maybe this week.

So a lot has gone down: goodbye to all that. Farewell Astoria apt with the new doors after four years and now completely gayed-up though not very well, I'd think: Samir is now living in my room, and since we left on bad terms, I don't think I can crash there in my newfound homelessness before closing. So it's back to Alric, and it's made me realize that although there've been plenty of professional friends, references, acquaintances, and affiliations, there are still very few folks I can really fall back on. But there's always the Flushing or Greenpoint Y, or the couch at the office, as I had to resort to today. The remarkable thing is how fast the trains run: from JFK/Jamaica to Queens Plaza in 25 minutes. On the 7 and into Flushing in 30 minutes. Back again to the office in the same amount of time. Is it really only the N which is terrible?

But no more Wifey either, for at least six months, but there will be plenty of classes and papers and so on. Living out of a messenger bag for the time being, and it was just too much of a rush last night--no proper goodbyes or anything, but the old apartment as clean as it ever was.