Sunday night. It’s not even midnight and I’m already in bed. This is fairly early for me. Not that I’m in bed planning on sleeping any time soon. I’m writing a little. Then I’ll probably read a little (fiction), and then I’ll start trying to get some sleep.

Got quite a bit done today, although I had planned on being pretty lazy. This morning I went and borrowed my brothers car so we could empty out the storage space. It took two trips, but all of the things that are ours are now gone. Once the Brotherhoods stuff is out of that space we can cancel our lease with them. That will be nice, a little extra money each month.

We also boxed up the vast majority of the books from our bookshelves. It needed to happen so we could start taking down the shelves that we put up and fixing up the apartment. I kind of feel lonely for my books though. I like seeing my books. Being able to take them off the shelf and flip through them a little.

Tomorrow evening I am doing a goetic operation with my teacher, as sort of a final exam/test. I’m pretty confident, but I’m starting to get a bit of a case of nerves. I’ve done this ritual in it’s component pieces more times than I can count, and the whole thing put together seven or eight times already. Mostly I’m looking forward to it, but there is a part of me that is expecting some sort of surprise. I generally like surprises, but surprises of the type I’m half-expecting are not pleasant ones.

Eh, life takes you on the journey you need, whether you like it or not. I’m not feeling very inspired to write anything very meaningful right now. Maybe I’ll tap out a poem or a fragment of something philosophical.