last night i freaked out. it was maybe around 1am-2am when i woke up. i felt weird. i felt like i had eaten elf bread and it kept ever-expanding in my stomach. then it spread towards my chest. i just couldn't get the pain to go away. i started breathing strangely. i really needed fresh air. i thought it would help. i went out on the balcony and it didn't help at all. twiddle thumbs started freaking out and asking if she should take me to the hospital, which i kept refusing. she broke down because she didn't know what to do and gave me a hug. there was magic in that hug because immediately i felt better. within minutes i was alright. i think i had some sort of panic/anxiety attack. i must've had a lot of worries concerning this move bottled up deep inside and they all came up the night before the move. glad that's over with. hope it doesn't happen again.

we spent the morning cleaning then loaded twiddle thumbs's dad's minivan and my camry with the rest of our stuff that didn't fit in the truck. with the house empty, i decided to take photos of all the rooms. then the landlord came over to inspect the place. after that, we all drove down with me driving the truck in the lead. before we left, however, twiddle thumbs insisted that we all have walkie-talkies so i had to make an electronics run. i also needed something to help me listen to my ipod in the truck. i bought something that transmits over the radio. turns out listening to the radio interfered with the walkie-talkies so i turned mine off most of the drive down. i thought cellphones were perfectly fine for the drive but twiddle thumbs insisted we have walkie-talkies for when cell coverage was inefficient.

the house has never been this clean since the day we moved in

good-bye santa cruz, how you loved stephen morrissey enough to name a street after him

saw my favorite sign while driving down