garbage day. work was alright. got done with the bulk of the work in the first half, and cruised our way through the second half. working together always is easier when its "bill & brian". jill was really angry about michael all night. apparently he was talking direct shit to her, about how he felt he was "lowering his standards" being married to her, and he couldn't take it anymore, and that's why he had to tap out. jesus christ! that's fierce. one weekend your talking about remodeling, and two months later your getting told your _subpar_. i would have beaten his ass well long ago had this been my father talking that kind of shit to my mother. i got a lot of shit done yesterday. went through the closet upstairs in the spare room which has been the default answer for "where should this go" for the last eighteen months or so. i didn't get rid of as much stuff as i did the day i went through shit the other day with ancient storage bins, but i sure did reduce what was all in the closet. mainly i held on to cardboard boxes of electronics stuff i bought. for whatever reason. i said the hell with it tho and tossed them, keeping any essential items from the boxes (software, upcs, etc). put some more stuff on craigslist. today i consider washing up those dishes i got stashed out in the garage. there is a toaster out there too. today is garbage day and i'm more than likely going to just pick that toaster up from the shelf in the garage and put it right in the trash. who knows what the fuck went inside of it and grew a home, reproduced and duplicated in a toaster that's been resident on a dusty shelf for almost eight years! see what i'm saying? threw away three computers at work, shhhh. as much of a packrat as i thought i was, i really dont have much left over. i've been pretty rutheless with my iron axe. its almost like i don't have a past anymore. fine with me. the future is all that really matters to me.