Forget this trip

I'm quitting The Divestiture Tour. I've been unfriended too often to have enough friends left to give things to. I've even been unfriended by people who weren't even on Facebutt. I don't think anybody'd put me up for the night if I struck out on a cross country trip by car, either. Especially not with four dogs. I'm tired of taking photos of stuff to give away, too.

So, the blog started to drift into some kind of disquisition on the inherent morality of work, in which I intended to heap additional punishments on the character of one Gregory Schmidt, Incompetent Supreme. And also tell the story of my bathroom, which obsessed me for more than half a year. Now that I have a functional bathroom again, I'm used to living that way. The story of my bathroom doesn't seem so important, although my brother did fabulous work. Also, about the blog. Some people didn't catch onto the humor of it, and some didn't like it, and some didn't like it that I was trying to be funny about the end cycle of my life, so I'm going to start another website. Blog. First I have to look around for a blog template that publishes the posts backwards, so that people start at the beginning of the story. Although, I don't know. What if I died, and published a post the day I died, and everybody would want to read what lead up to that. No. Still better to use a flashback narrative. Start with the obit--maybe I'll just write that right now to make sure it's done right.

As far as my stuff, I'm giving it all the heave-ho. Nobody wanted my easy chair, or hell most of the other stuff, either. I'm going to chuck it all on "large household items and appliances" day.

Look for me in some future incarnation.