Well, the move is finally done. I gotta say, this apartment looked a lot bigger when I was little. Then again, it also smelled like alcohol back then. Man, am I glad that bastard's dead. Nah, I shouldn't say that. Even if it's how I feel. Aaaanyway. It was kind of a pain to move all my crap from home, but I figure as long as I have my drums, thing'll be fine. Now all I need is to do is soundproof a room...I'd be great if this place had spare quilts and whatnot.

I mean, I'm surprised how well they cleared this place out. Hell, I'm grateful for how well they cleaned this place out; last thing I need is finding years-old family pictures or stuff like that. But still... When I said I didn't want a trace of the guy, I didn't mean for them to get rid of the linens. Wait, what? Did I just say linen?

Guess I'll go take a look around and see what's changed. You know, before Mom calls to ask if my head is still on. Makes me glad I don't have a cell phone.