i'm writing this from a hotel room, in birmingham. i'm dead tired. didn't sleep maybe but a couple hours last night on my couch (since my fish are emitting a peculiar, foul smell from their tank -- i couldn't take lying on my comfy bed in the same room with them). my parents got to my apartment around 930 am. our old neighbor from home who lives here now, ken, and his friend came over, and my brother, steve, showed up too. (damn that was a really bad sentence.) never once did any of us sit down to break, except for lunch, until 630 pm. it's amazing how much junk i had in my apartment -- a 15 foot truck filled so full there's no room for my vaccuum. then my passport suv filled leaving only room for me to drive it home. thank god it's done. i need sleep. a new back and new feet. goodnight.