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Most of this Ended in Footnotes.

Things I have been thinking about: 1. Motivation Deficit* My writing is a bit tapped out this week, and I don't know if I'll have my next segment ready in time. I suppose I could analyze this any number of ways, but I think simplicity is best in this case: I just need a little time to, as Anne Lamott suggests (and I may be paraphrasing a little), "fill back up." So I've been doodling and working on an editing job and reading a great nonfiction book. 2. I am out of Nat Shermans. Do I buy more?** 3. Comics/Graphic Novels I need some suggestions on new stuff to read. I have felt woefully under-comicked since 100 Bullets  and Scott Pilgrim ended*** and a certain bald man and I had a falling out****. 4. Food My stomach has been in a bad way a few evenings in a row. I need to figure something out. I'm preemptively blaming an over-doing of legumes paired with inconsistent meal times. ALSO: if you have a really great food blog you read, send it my way. ...

221B Baker St.

Our new apartment number is 304. I am not quite sure why , but I take this as a good omen: 304 304 = 2 4  × 19. 304 is the sum of six consecutive primes (41 + 43 + 47 + 53 + 59 + 61), sum of eight consecutive primes (23 + 29 + 31 + 37 + 41 + 43 + 47 + 53),  primitive semiperfect number ,  untouchable number , nontotient...and the record number of wickets taken in English cricket season by  Tich Freeman  in 1928.

MOOOOOVED

Well, it's official! Daniel and I have finally moved into our rad new pad. It even has a sweet, 1930's built-in Frigidaire refrigerator that has been re-purposed as a big cabinet. I was hoping to use it as a cheese closet, but Daniel reminded me that we currently have a lot more baking materials than we do cheeses. One day, this will not be the case. One day, I will have so much cheese in my house. Ironically, less than twenty-four hours after moving, I find myself sleeping once more in my parents' basement. Granted, it is only until Saturday--that's when we load up a big ol' truck and haul all of my crap about 180 miles northerly. However, I still feel a little funny embarking upon the list I am about to embark upon, since the subject of said-list is "moving," and I am currently back where I started. No matter! A list is fun to write, regardless, so write one, I shall. Reasons that Moving from Daniel's Old Place to Our New One is the Best Thing Ev...