This morning, I woke up in a panic that I wouldn\’t be able to sell my furniture. My desk. And a bed that falls apart if you jump too much.

I freaked out. So the only thing I could do to ease my stress was take care of it.

So I promptly went on craigslist, spent almost two hours getting photos together and a compelling description. And now almost 8 hours later, I got buyers. But this also means I have no place to sleep. No place to put my clothes. No place to do work. No place for my books. No place for my junk. No place for my computers.

But hey that\’s how I moved into this place. Sleeping on the ground, surrounded by boxes full of junk. WOO!