Perpetual Anticipation...

... is rather an unsettling thing. Operation Fuck With My Experiments is in full swing. They've brought in the big guns. There are now two trucks perched outside, the movers ready to decend at any second. In fact, word on the street says that they could move us as early as this afternoon. Does this mean I'm packing? No, because if they don't move us I'll have wasted another whole fucking day and I'm not going to waste another whole fucking day reading marriagedebate.com again.

But Murphy says that if my experiment goes well, smack in the middle I'm going to have to start breaking down my rig. And if that happens, Murphy can duil mo slat....