hellbilly

The disturbing thing about writing a living will (see previous journal entry) is when you discover that the easiest part if figuring out who gets what. I thought by 29, damn near 30, I would have a lot more stuff. But apparently after the great purge of 2000 that's not the case. Though there is a storage unit's worth of items, and a car and some other things it was all pretty easy to disperse all this stuff off to my family and friends. I was hoping to have assests that could be used to bribe friends to give me that viking funeral, but no such luck. Maybe next year if things work out.
Oddly, less disturbing then figuring out who gets what of my stuff, was figuring out what to do with me. Having no desire to have a funeral, or be buried, I went with option B. I won't divulge what that is, but someone's (besides me) getting a free trip to Montana out of it.
On a less depressing note I woke up in a good mood today for the first time in about a week. There's no good reason for this, except that I think it sank in that I got that script done and I can move on to the next step in the whole process. I think another reason is that I'll be able to get on the road and head north in a few days. While I don't really have anything exciting going on, just a couple of jobs, I get much more restless down here then usual. Once I got the script done it's time to move on, see North Carolina for a few days before going on up to CT.