Home of the Soul Cookie

Made the trip just fine; took the 12ish hours I expected it to (hard to haul ass when you’re already hauling an assload of boxes of books and a car).

And I had been planning to send out little “here’s my new information” postcard things, but since I suspect I’m Noelle’s He Who Shall Remain Nameless, I’ll be sending some emails shortly.

More later. Right now I have an infinite number of boxes of crap crammed into my room. The cats think it’s great fun (all sorts of hidey-holes, dontchaknow); I’m eyeballing it and wondering how in the hell I’m gonna make the bed fit.