since i was having such a good time chatting about the whole homelessness thing, i forgot to mention the setting my house on fire thing. isn't it funny how the one should lead to the other, but the other way around. i think it's funny. anyway, yeah, fire. so, it was snowing saturday. and it was all story book with the snow covered trees and the glistening and the whiteness. and i turned the stove on to make some wintery day tea, and then i went to play on the computer. and i'm sitting, playing, and i hear this crackling. and for half a second i think "how romantic, it's just like a crackling fire that sound" and then the fire alarm goes off. it seems that those cheap ass plastic utensils, when placed in an empty pot on a hot burner, ignite. it would have been sort of spectacular if it wasn't my house and my stuff that was like flaming. but clearly tragedy was averted and since i'm so calm in a crisis (cough) only the spoon suffered real damage.
thanks matt for the very nice offer of help moving. i may need it. and i'm warming to the idea of ellsworth. i just thought of the best possible asset of living in ellsworth...delivery pizza. and maybe if i had more than two rooms, or two rooms that were bigger than the two rooms i have right now, i could have like people over. to visit. or stay. and it would be like a real house, where real people live. that would be cool. and we could order pizza. and someone would deliver it. to my house, with the people. ooooooh.