Hell House

I am home. I eneded up staying an extra night in the hotel due to the fact that my comic books entered the apartment for approximatly 13 seconds which apparently gives mold enough time to take over the world. This is bullshit. The mold Nazi's just wanted to get paid. Regardless I go tomorrow to try and sell my comic book collection.

I have to say I miss the hotel. It felt more like home than my new apartment which is odd. The new place is only slightly different than the other. Wood flooring in one section instead of tile, everything is more or less new, but the real kicker is the fact that everything is backwards. It's all on a different end than before. Makes it hard to get my barings.

As for an accounting of what I lost I can say I didn't lose much. What pisses me off is that they threw out the slips for my Ultra Man box sets, my Silverado special edition, and my Firefly. Most of my shit made it so why those things? Either way my mantra for my new apartment is less is more. Less shit. Less clutter. I even took half my dvd collection (kept the essentials of course) and traded it all in for a Playstation 2, and a game. Now I have some extra cheap entertainment.

Still I don't have a tv so I'm hoping my comic books can help me with that. I'm just using my partents dastardly tiny thing when they aren't using. Dreadfully inconvenient. Well some more unpacking and setting up to do, but tomorrow I am sleeping in!

*Edit*

Forgot the best part. I get the internet installed. I'm online 15 minutes, checking my myspace, and a virus pops up and takes over my computer. A real nasty one. Took me 5 hours to figure out how to beat it. Welcome home!