[30 Aug 2006|11:10am] Yesterday at about 5:30 in the morning our household awoke to the sound of a family of power tools making a nest in our furnace. Last straws and all that. Since our wireless has suddenly decided to die on us, this entry is made possible by a cable running at knee height across my doorway and into the living room. I forsee disaster. Obviously the cable had to be dug up from the bottom of a box at the bottom of a pile of boxes. When moving, things become necessary the minute they are buried under a mountain of garbage you never knew you needed. Items you had once considered absolutely imperative for survival languish on shelves, taunting you; daring you to place them at the bottom of a box. Goodbye, basement. 48 hours remain. dude!

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