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It has been suggested that my blog has been somewhat depressing as of late. I have to admit that this is true, probably because when good things happen to me, I’d rather be out doing those good things, rather than sitting around writing about them. Then, when bad stuff happens, one of the best ways to get my brain around the situation is to write about it. Thus, depressing blog.

Well, in any case, one of the best ways to combat this is to add some writing of your own! This blog is open access to those I deem worthy, so if you want authoring privileges, just send me an email (my first name at my last name dot org). Many of you already have this privilege, so if you think this blog is depressing, you only have yourself to blame. Oh, and me.

So, there you have it. A non-depressing entry. Instead, it’s self-referential, which is actually worse. I hope you’re happy.

I know you were all dying for an update. Sorry I haven’t been in contact, but I’ve been quite busy.

So, the city has given us four-hour windows over the course of the week to remove our belongings. Anything that’s left after friday will be auctioned off.

Fortunately, my roommates and I worked it out. Saturday we showed up along with my good friend Patrick, with eight thousand boxes, two hundred million rolls of packing tape, and three marks-a-lot markers. Boxed everything that we needed to keep, i.e. anything irreplaceable or expensive. Furniture, of course, was not being considered. Everything got boxed. Patrick invented a drink involving a full bottle of petron and the rest of the cranberry juice in our fridge. I cooked some rice and beans. There’s still some sitting in the pan, if anyone wants any.

Sunday, we arrived along with several other friends of mine, including a tall muscular barbadian, a sweet well-dressed gay man, and my ex-manager and her boyfriend, who has a truck(!) We moved everything to a storage space more quickly than I could have ever imagined. I’m still exhausted from thanking people. I’ve definitely learned that I’ve surrounded myself with the right kind of friends.

So, everything’s in storage now. Once I get together first, last, and deposit, it’s back to apartment-hunting for me. I’ve been house-sitting in the east village for my ex-bosses, Nick and Judy, so that’s worked out until Thursday. After that, I’ve had a decent number of couch offers, so I am stable for the moment. My biggest interest at this time is now figuring out how to get another apartment in New York, which is always a challenge.

Oh, and to those bazillions of you asking me if I’m suing the landlord, yes, I’ll probably get a few hundred dollars out of this in a few years, but why on earth is that a priority?

My loft was shut down by the Department of Buildings.

All tenants were immediately evicted, with no notice.

Some were forcibly removed, with whatever they could carry in their two hands.

Others, like me, showed up late, and were denied entry or access to their possessions.

Apparently the building wasn’t properly converted from an industrial warehouse to what the DOB deems livable resedential conditions.

Fortunately, I had my computer with me.

Also fortunately, I’m house-sitting in the East Village for the next week.

To answer you question, I have no fucking idea, stop asking me.

Get used to the outfit I’m wearing.