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Another week, another weekend spent doing house stuff. That was the last one, though — Wednesday is the official closing date, so tomorrow is the absolute last day we’ll ever be doing anything there. I’m so sick of the house, and yet at the same time, I’m really going to miss it. It sucks that the last time you see things is the usually the point at which you care the least. On Saturday, I cleaned out the attic and found my patented Big Box O’ Memories. Fun stuff includes a 1999 calendar filled with humourous scribblings, a copy of The Hoboken Chicken Emergency that I was supposed to return to Alex sometime last millennium, and heaps of notes from high school — you know, the little folded wedges of paper sort of notes. I also found the letter that came with the first cheque I ever got for doing something nerdy: a crummy shareware program I made when I was fourteen. It was from a guy in Japan and was written in the most immaculate handwriting I’ve ever seen. Good times!

So, today is a rest from the house, and tomorrow is the final day. I can’t wait to get it over with so I can get some shopping done. I’m way behind schedule (as always, I suppose). I’m going to head over to the Halifax Shopping Centre at lunch time and probably Mic Mac Mall this evening. Crowds, crowds, crowds…joyous bliss.

Anyway, that’s about all I have time for right now. Until we meet again.