Just got back from going through the apartment, and throwing out most of what was left. Including my old computer. My old comp is the comp which spawned the Fuck It, Delete It school of Computer Repair, from which grew the rest of the FIDI schools, and now it's a subject of that very same school. It understood the irony/poetic justice of it all. So, tomorrow, i go to wait for the carpet cleaning guy (missing my first class, again), and it helps with the whole gettig the $800 deposit back, thing. So... Yeah.
Later.
Later.