exodus from moldy pit a success

Where is my landlord/housemate? The last time I saw him in person was on my housing search months ago checking out new places to live. The keys for my new place were delivered to me so I haven't actually interacted with the guy since then. Umm...would you like some rent or something?

I shouldn't complain - a good roommate is an absent roommate and so far the new pad is working out great. But there will be no sleeping in for a while because the morning sun shines DIRECTLY INTO MY BEDROOM on the 3rd floor. I will get photos soon. Hopefully ultraviolet radiation in the sunshine will kill all the mold spores on my clothes. I didn't realize what squalor I lived in until I took a whiff of my clothes in their new closet. They reek of mold, which was probably masked by the predominant mold smell while I was living in the basement unit. And when I cleared out all my belongings, three more moldy areas were discovered and a few slugs were seen crawling around too. I am not kidding about the slugs - several of my clothes have slime trails on them. That place has more issues than National Geographic magazine. Fortunately I wasn't that allergic to mold, but I question the livability of that place. I think the mold presented an even greater danger than the hoodlums going back and forth to the quickie mart. At least hoodlums don't kill you from the inside.

In my rushed housing search it was hard to remember what a nice place this new address is. It's pretty sweet. My room is huge, has a gas fireplace, big giant windows and a hatch to the roof. What is it with me and trap doors? The kitchen is humongous with oven technologies I've never seen before, and apparently the housemate/landlord also does not eat. There are vast tracts of unused shelving with enough space to unpack all my cookware that I never use. But perhaps I will cook a pie or make cookies soon, now that I can. The oven in my old place was little more than a cheap Home Depot Easy-Bake Oven that usually just burned things.

I accumulated a lot of shit that needed to be thrown away. Eight large contractor bags later I'm still purging. But it needed to happen and now I'm a little bit lighter. While I don't have time to burn all my CDs to pure data, OMG DJ TM™ suggests I throw all the cases away and put the CDs in a binder. Anyone suggest a fast, easy or reliable binder to order or some other way to condense CDs down to something reasonable?

This just in: the sons of two Duran Duran members (both Taylors of course) are working on an electropop album. And the Avett Brothers have some new stuff out as well, this time produced by Rick Rubin. You can sample the whole album for free on the NPR website.