Dissemination...procrastination...relocation...panic

Well.

So last week I quit my job and now I'm moving to Korea. Of course, if you're reading this, you probably already know this. It's not like it's a secret, by which I mean it's something that I've been telling nearly every single person I know, and I've been disseminating this blog to everyone as well, just to, you know, keep y'all informed.

Not that I've been terribly good at keeping everyone informed. I had this grand plan to post the evening I quit, but, well, there was this party, and then there was recovering from the party, and since then I've been "busy": mostly busy procrastinating and screwing off and going to other parties and dinners and seeing people before I leave. But now suddenly I have to pack up all my shit and move in a couple of days, so now I am actually really properly Busy -- which naturally means that I have to finally sit down and ignore the piling boxes and write something.

What a way to procrastinate, too. I hate writing. Well, not so much hate it as just that I don't do very much of it anymore, and it doesn't really come naturally to me anyway, so it's slow and painful and usually dissatisfying. I know it's bad form to do this, but I'm going to apologize now for the low quality of this and most of the posts of the near future. I need practice, and I guess I'm just gonna practice in public. Hey, if it's good enough for stand-up comedy, it's good enough for me.

Enough moaning. Now for the news. So, yeah, I'm moving in a couple days. Not to Korea -- not yet. First I'm trucking my shit back to the homestead in Dallas, by way of my sister's place in Chicago. I'm poor as hell, too, by the way, so I'm blazing through as quickly as I can, stopping only for gas and sandwiches and rest stop naps (No hotels for me! Just a pillow and a blanket and a box cutter to scare off the crazies.). Sleep in the cab of the van, shower in Chicago, jam on down to Dallas (though I had a brief, wild notion of looking up an ex-girlfriend in Wichita -- but no time, no time! That, and I don't think she lives there anymore), unpack... And then it's visa paperwork, cheap (please!) plane ticket, learning Korean -- not to mention all dinners and parties and good-byes and a freakin' wedding... And after all of this, of course, comes The Move. The real move. The other-side-of-the-world, life-in-two-suitcases-and-one-carry-on, sink-or-swim, do-or-die, nothing-will-ever-be-the-same M O V E.

Jesus.

I crap full-grown bobcats just thinking about it.