Took my wardrobe apart yesterday. And today I put my clothes away. Just about everything is done then. Just have the George Foreman Mean Lean Fat Reducing Machine, my Roomba floor cleaning robot, and some cups and dishes. And toiletries, I guess. My computer. Little end table. The tv stand that my computer sits on. Bedding. So yeah. Great. Only the bare essentials remain.

Last week in shitty London. It's awesome. I'll never come back to this place. No more assholes pushing on the trains. No more misbehaving minorities. No more swarms of Mohammadans. No more crowds everywhere you go. No more overpriced shitty flats. No more listening to an unemployed black man abusing his common law wife and child all day. No more boring ass job.

Although, speaking of that, I'm not even 100% if I'll get work in Glasgow. They didn't check employment status or anything for this flat either, which is weird. But yeah, this guy who owns the company said to contact him when I move to Glasgow. I said that I would. That was a month ago. Then last week, I told him that I got the keys and will be moving next week and he didn't reply. He seems like kind of a dick, though. Not one for social niceties.

And what is he going to do? Find another person in Glasgow who can operate this machine and has the £5,000 in specialist equipment necessary? It's a pretty short list of candidates. If there's work available, I'll get it.

But whatever, I can live there for six months without working at all no problem because I have 20,000 big ones just sitting in the bank. And I have to blow through a big chunk of that if I want to go to Finland and collect full benefits.