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I'm sitting here listening to an old Wallflowers tape I found under my bed this morning. I haven't listened to any of my old tape collection from High School in so long, that its almost like going into a time capsul; playing them again. A tiny window into what is was I was thinking, feeling and doing five or six years ago. In most cases it was nothing good; but its still nice to know that I had good taste in music back then!

The entire reason I found the tape is that I'm taking my bedroom apart for my move to Madison later this week. Its one of those ironies of life that, no matter how much I actually want to leave and get on with my life, any move that I take part in ends up making me feel oddly sad and nostolgic. I am not a paticularly sensative man, but I was almost moved to tears after moving back home from my college apartment and now I find myself feeling a bit blue that I'm moving on once again. Of course, there has been very little postivness in this recent residence in Central Wisconsin and I think that helps.

On the bright side, I'll be going to a Suicidegirls party in Madison my first night there. Hopefully I'll end up meeting some people there, and there by forestall that usual people following a move when you don't know anyone and have nothing to do. Also, I'll have an entire week to explore the town and get a feel for the place before I begin work. It's almost sad in a way; when I was teaching I was sometimes in front of rooms full of 200+ sophmore students and I didn't even break a sweat. Hell, I enjoyed it to no end. The greatest fear of most mankind, speaking in front of a group, and I drank it up. The threat of lonliness though? That seems to unsettle me a bit. Pretty sad.

Jacob Dylan is singing about the Wasteland Walls and, on that note(ha-ha), I believe I shall sign off. When my next journal is completed I shall be a resident in Madison, WI; the capital of my beloved homeland and someday my own personal feifdom. Catch you all later and take care!