The lock on the cable box downstairs is also broken. There isn't much I can do with this information (except possibly disconnect any neighbors that piss me off). There was a time I could've just hooked myself up but not now.

The move is still happening, although it's winding down. The only thing left at the old apartment is food and cleaning supplies. Ugh, the cleaning.

The movers came yesterday and managed to fuck up my couch and my walls. Nice guys, though.

The guy who hooked up my cable is a member of the masonic temple across the street. I asked him if it was still in use. He said it's one of the most active lodges in the state. He said they meet every Thursday and I could stop in and look around sometime; they'd love to give me a tour. I'm thinking of having a Thursday Night Mason Watch which will involve staring out the windows and drinking a lot.

The new place is still great. Louder than my old place but that's to be expected. We're living around people now and it's taking some getting used to.