the packrat was found dead yesterday.

condensing memories and beautiful things into enough milkcrates to fit under a full sized bed and stacked two wide and four tall into a closet has been accomplished. where are all of the other priceless gems of heather's past going to be stored you ask? in the homes and hearts of those unfortunate souls silly enough to purchase these items at their local goodwill or shabby yardsale (no offense aimed at the beautiful woman hosting said sale). impossible you say? hah! don't call my bluff yet, please. Is there anyone out there who would like to take charge of a beautiful pink toilet? or a vibrant green sink? silky pale blue sink? please? just thought i would ask...

On a completely different note, this experience has evolved once again in objective; however how can that resonate in anyone when there really isn't any hard proof yet of my actual departure? verbalization only goes so far to convince people. bah. i can see it in your eyes, knowledge that this is all just some big scam. you may be right. i may be crazy. but this lunatic will starve for six months rather than come back a day sooner than 26 August. this does not exclude fleeing to a different location, possibly on a different continent depending on how desperate i find myself. 

with 38 days to go i must:

make it to the inauguration 

prevent cavities

roadtrip!

get some nasty looking moles removed... scary.

...pack

back up my computer

save my money?