The tortoise room closet was just too warm so the server has moved to the dungeon. Its a little bit dank but dry and cold. Considering the ld server survived the artvoice basement's water and plague of bugs that lived in it, I don't have much fear.

I saw this girl wearing chuck Taylor hightop stockings. I thought you would like them.

The only problem might be temperature in that small space. I might need to move it to the attic.

Here is the server making the nerve wracking trip down main St. I realized once there that I could have set it up on the ups and cell phone tether and had it online the whole time. next time.

Today was such a crazy day. I had Time Warner come to set up my new home business line so that I could run the server from here and save about $60/month.

Trying to make a little server room out of a bedroom closet made me confront all of the stuff inside there. That plus having to rewire a bunch of stuff and get the internet back up and running kind of sent me over the edge.

It so funny how much I am like my dad. I recognize that I get so crazy about stuff but sometimes I just can't stop. I hear myself saying the same jerky things he said that make my mother so nuts but at the same time as I get older I am starting to understand him perspective more. Either that or I am just beginning to be a grumpy old man.

It basically comes down to a difference in people who want to keep stuff and people who want to throw stuff out. My mother, my brother (horder king) and (e:matthew) are more of the mindset that you should always hold onto everything in case it has a value or purpose someday. If it can fit somewhere then it should. My borther has the quirk that he takes on other people's sentimental objects too while (e:matthew) likes to keep broken things just in case. I on the other hand like to hold onto some sentimental things like letters or pictures, possessions that remind me of someone, etc but draw the line at fabric scraps, broken things, books I will never read (in fact I have a couple that need to go), etc.

Its probably wasteful of me to be this way but I think it has to do with always feeling like I am wadding through garbage whenever I am looking for a specific item.

I think there is some relationship to hating to lose placement of where stuff is. Having more stuff means things get misplaced and are harder to find. Also, for some reason having a lot of stuff just gives me anxiety. I never want to have to go through removing tons of garbade from this place again liek we had to when we moved in. I think (e:matthew) and my bro/mom are the opposite when not having lots of stuff gives them anxiety.

The best for me was going away to school where I had to fit the few things I had in a few boxes. One thing I was really excited about in having a giant house was to have some giant open space. At one point I didn't even like furniture. Now I feel that slowly but surely everything is crowding in closer.