return of worry

Fiveish, I wake up. Still kinda on Boston time, I guess. My stomach's poking uneasily at last night's dinner.

It's been lurking in the back of my mind and just jumped out: What the fuck am I going to do? A week and a half for me to get all my shit packed, and it and me out of here. With next to no money. No firm destination.

I'm living a furry fandom cliche, and then some. Couch surfing with no idea where the next couch is. Probably my mother's place. If I can get my stuff back down there. And me.

And this stupid eighties song is playing in my head.

There's been some vague discussion about shipping my stuff Wherever, but... I need to figure it out. Now. There's no more time. I have to get all my crap back into the boxes in the garage. I can't even figure out where to put this handful of PS2 games. I know they came from a box that has all the rest of my DVD-format games in it, but I can't find the fucking thing.

I could say that I should've been practical and cancelled my trip to Boston last week and packed my crap then, but... it was well worth the increased worry now. Being loved for a week is a new thing to me.

lightening the load

I suspect most people reading this already have this sort of thing, but just in case... Does anyone want my library of video game stuff? I feel like I'm pretty much done with the things; the last time I played new ones was a mix between intense annoyance and vague amusement.

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This offer's mostly open to anyone in the San Francisco area who can drop by and pick the things up themselves; I really don't want to ship it unless you're willing to pay enough to make it worth the hassle. Price is up in the air, make an offer. If you're curious about what some of the games are, ask.

It's a package deal, partially because all the systems and their cables are in two boxes, and I'm not entirely sure the cables are in the same box as the machine. I do have all the cables in there, though.