Packing has quickly turned our apartment into a disaster. Boxes everywhere. All the nice things were packed away first, so the stuff still sitting around is all basic necessities and assorted (usually unnecessay) tidbits that don't belong with anything else. Me zeal wanes. I put down the tape and am going to bed.
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And then: I walk by the 2nd bedroom/office. There is Brian, Star Trek opening credits blaring, and he's dusting a video game figurine. Apparently when I go to bed, he transforms into a charicature of his own nerdiness.