And another one

Another day passes.
My phone got turned off today. I'm out of food. It's cold here.
It was a good day. I'm moving on Monday (egads that's close!) and I'm nervoucited to the max here.
I think tomorrow I'll break open my bottle of Mead. We're only twenty four days from it being aged the proper three years, and I can't think of better people to share it with than my good friend Suzanne and my roommate DJ.
So I'm off to bed, almost entirely packed, and with an eagerness to see tomorrow that I've been feeling more and more lately.
I suffer from undiagnosed clinical manic depression, and I've been feeling a lot better lately. I think this move will be a good thing.
Here's hoping!