I've known for about a month now that June 12th is my move out day. Today I finally bit the bullet and starting weeding through the shit I've accumulated over the past five years. Especially since I moved into the Victor Street apartment, September 1st 2002. All day I've weeded through boxes, bags and drawers and emptied shelves. I should have progressed more than I have but I find myself memorizing the looks of things before deciding its destiny. I've watched tapes recorded in my video camera, just to catch a glimpse of past drunkenness, only to make 'cleaning' harder on myself. I'm still having I hard time officially stating that I am packing, officially growing up has never appealed to me...