The madness never ends... still moving...and moving..and moving...

Stacey's had to work, and Kailyn's like working with a siren blaring in the background...driving me mad.

Still...i can see progress, and the light at the end of the tunnel does not look like an oncoming train.

Thought for the day: Why do things have sentimental value? Why do we keep so many things as souvenirs...stupid things...like odd pieces of furniture or crappy CD's? Is it always a good thing to hang on to -- not just the past -- but THINGS of the past?

After going through all my stuff, I realize i've got a lot of sentimental "crap" around here...everything from old, worn out Pi-Kapp t-shirts to old Atari systems. And when I come across those things, I get all "sentimental" myself...but, ironicially, I never think about those things unless I'm doing something like moving or cleaning...so why do I keep it? I must remind myself that "mental" is part of the phrase "sentimental." So, I guess I'm mental...

(and obviously so tired as to be brain dead enough to digress about this topic...yikes)