Me and my brother went back to the old place yesterday one last time to clear out whatever garbage was around. We collected so much junk over the past 14 years, but having a huge attic'll do that. We were, how you say, packrats.

Seeing as how it was the last time I was gonna be in there, I performed one last ritual. Armed with my trusty mp3 cd player, I sat on the floor in the middle of my room and listened to Sunday Morning Call. Why Sunday Morning Call? Because a certain AIL someone AIL has AIL my AIL "(What's The Story) Morning Glory?" disc, otherwise it would've been Don't Look Back In Anger. No doubt.

So that's it, as of today possession of the place was officially handed over. Those bastards better not turn it into another rented out place like the neighbouring houses did theirs.

+: Son of a whore, I forgot to take the netting off the basketball net in the backyard... not that I need it... oh well, that nets about to collapse soon anyway... look out below, you heathens...

++: Tempura Udon across the street here is yum.