Sarah and I have parted ways amicably and today, nay, tonight, I am moving to my new apartment in the Hamline-Midway area. I've been hauling my crap around since 1998, my freshman year at St. Olaf, and boy the joys of moving are seemingly endless. I've moved so much I believe I started this blog five goddamn apartments ago, right after moving into a basement studio apartment. If anything, the years have taught me much about hauling my crap efficiently and I'm hoping tonight is a smack-bang-whipty-doo of a move. I've spent the last three days prepping, which mostly entails sweating a lot as I cover myself in dust and grime, drinking profusely, and convincing the cat the apocalypse has not come upon us.
Or has it?
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About Me
- David Oppegaard
- St. Paul, Minnesota
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
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3 comments:
I believe Opie is correct, but that he should not worry as he is clearly one of the chosen creatures.
I hope you enjoy your new digs. Can't wait to come over and order some Checkerboard pizza.
Opie's Apocalypse
That would make a good short story title; it trills off the tongue nicely.
maybe he'll write it himself. Subtitled: That time I hid under the bed!
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