the sun shines brighter, two blocks east

margene is losing it right now. she's going bananas. she's jumping all over my bed, panting and throwing around her tennis ball. she's berzerk. and i'm pretty sure it's because she is just SO FREAKING EXCITED about our NEW HOME which we get to move to TOMORROW!!!! or maybe it's because she didn't get out to run enough today...

but it should be because of the excitement. cause this is EXCITING! for the last, oh, four months, living here has been like getting punched in the face. over and over. every day. and once you've been punched in the face by your apartment what happens? you stub your toe. that's what. all day every day. every minute in this trap-box of awful-times.

but that being said, there were of course better times here. and i'm trying to think back on them, and be thankful and remember that i did love bits of this apartment. bits of the time. like, i do love that spot where the floor varnish is pooled and always looks like water is spilled. that spot makes me laugh. and:









remember when margene was a puppy here? and was terrible at walking? and hilariously filled with jokes? yeah. the apartment was good then. true.

goodbye trap-box. thanks for the good times. and also. go choke on a goat for the rest...