Thought Sausage

Well...tonight I have successfully transplanted myself from the 18th floor of my building to the 4th floor. It wasn't without tribulation however. I went to pick up the key after work and the dude at the office was like "huh?" This bodes poorly for those of you who've moved. As it turned out, he was a temp and nobody bothered to inform him of my situation. Luckily, the building manager lives in the building and that was resolved within 10 minutes.

So basically everything I really give a shit about is here. Some odds and ends are still upstairs, but nothing I can't live without. Basically, tomorrow involves a massive trip to target and general sorting the shit out.

I will say this, despite living on the 4th floor next to the train, it is actually _quieter_ here than it was on the 18th. I don't know how exactly that works, but well, it works. Maybe they put heavier insulation in units this close to the tracks? Maybe because I'm now facing west instead of east? Whatever it is...I'm happy.

Thanks to everyone who has said happy birthday on facebook and various social outlets. Yes I'm 30 today(tomorrow). Yes that is weird. Yes I'm in infinitely better shape now than I was when I was 20. And yes I'll celebrate said b-day by continuing to ready the pad and clean out the old one. Weeeeeee!

Sooner or later I will post a review of Jason Isbell & the 400 Unit's new album. It's been in rotation for me pretty heavy this week, and despite some initial misgivings, I'm coming around. Why is it all these southern rockers write albums that have to grow on you? And then once they do it's like audio crack?