How a Resurrection Really Feels

It only took five weeks of listening to Time Warner's on-hold message (and leeching weak, unreliable signals from our passwordless neighbors), but we finally have WiFi. Feels good to be back.

Settling into our Brooklyn apartment has kept me pretty busy. I spent this week merging and alphabetizing our CD collections. It's satisfying to see the library filled out (those gaps in my Luna catalogue--gone!) and we have a lot of stuff to get rid of. (How often do two people move in together and have duplicate copies of Forest for the Trees?) But such a task brings up major questions. If you have two copies of an album do you keep the attractive , liner note-accompanied, store-bought version or the promo in the cardboard sleeve which takes up less space? Do bands starting with "los" go under L? What happens when we get more CDs, which we have absolutely no room for? So much on my mind these days.

Also: I still have nightmares about that scene where Constantine Maroulis climbs over the couch.