RIP to the Fishers...

Nate!
Originally uploaded by joy and pain.

My favorite show is dead and gone. I love Six Feet Under...what a great show. I cried shamelessly when Nate died...and good lord, did the finale take away all hope of the show coming back...ever. When Nate got sick a few seasons ago (and died the first time) I foretold that the show would end with everyone dying...I should move to Hollywood and harrass Alan Ball about his next project. I could write for TV...I'm so cool (gag).
I have yet to pack anything...I really need to get on that. I think I am going to throw away anything that I haven't used or looked at since I moved into this place...No need to keep lugging boxes around with me from place to place...but really, do I donate that stuff? Random candle holders, knick knacks from when I was a kid...I really don't know if Goodwill wants my colored pencils that I used once, or my Biology book from college. What do I do with that stuff, man?
I am also getting all too familiar with my desk job. I have been starting to fall asleep while awake in the office. I need to walk around every 30 minutes and get another cup of coffee or I would actually fall asleep. Kind of a pain in the ass. A couple times I tried to do the crossword in the paper, but when I hear footsteps I freak out and hide it in my desk...so I don't get much accomplished. One of my bosses brought in a shitload of Redbull today, so I am jumping on the crack bus. I hate the stuff, but man was I jumpy the rest of the day. I almost Beattie'd the project I was working on. It's hard to have a steady hand after 5 cups of coffee and a Redbull. Aside from falling asleep, the job's cool. I'm helping put together a proposal for a contract in Philadelphia. Fun stuff. Anyone want a weedwacker? How about two couch covers? Help me move!