Okay, so it's been quite a while since I wrote anything in my blog. Actually, that's rather typical of me... and I somehow suspect that I've already said at some point or another in this very blog about my tendency to abandon journals after the newness wears off.

Nevertheless, I had something to say... Yesterday, my snuggly bunny and I had a fire. In the fireplace. This is the first time in over a year that I've lived in this apartment, and over 3 years in other apartments, that a fire has actually been lit that did not concern charcoal briquettes.

The nice people who ran the apartment complex when I first moved in left a series of starter items. A 10-pack of Reces Peanut Butter Cups, a dozen Capri-Sun fruit-punch drinky thingies, Kleenex, paper towels, toilet paper, and a Duraflame log in the fireplace. Most of the other items were used up within a month, or less...

So that log sat there. Unused. With a spiderweb built up in the meantime blocking the entrance to the fireplace. And the flue closed. And a dead yellowjacket laying discarded below the web. Yeah... good spider. I wouldn't want to light a fire and cook the little guy.

But, since she moved in - my bunny, not the spider - the vast collection of boxes has cramped the livable region of the apartment. The closets are stuffed, and nicely concealed, yet still readily visible boxes line walls in the not-really-necessary-to-go-into parts of the apartment.

So, we tackled the plan that we'd talked about for a while. Well, two of them at once. Starting a fire, and going thru these boxes and getting rid of things we don't need. I only went thru two boxes - an apple box and a Xerox box. The net of which was a pile of N64 boxes that need to be returned to my previous roommate, a short stack of papers and a manuscript that need to go to the lead-guitarrist of my band, a stack of about 4" deep of books or magazines that were worth keeping, and the old licenseplates to my car. The rest was burnworthy.