  But the night didn't end there (If you're just logging on, read the entry below first, this is the continuation of that story). When I got back to my apartment, I found I had a call from my mother. I had asked her to give me a call when a package arrived in the mail. I had made a deal with a guy to send me some Beavis and Butthead tapes and they were expected in sometime this week. I decided to get them tonight since I was awake and up. And this trip was probably the most organized I have ever been in planning my return to B'ville. I boxed up some stuff I didn't want at my apartment anymore to take back with me. I then made a list of things I wanted to get while I'm there.
So I left and drove back, I got there and helped my mother move all these boxes upstairs so she can move them easier later in the week. I then loaded up my car with stuff to move over to the new house. So I went into the house and unloaded the car right away. I then went downstairs and found that the electricity was out in one section of the basement. I think it had something to do with the fact they were remodeling the bathroom. So I spent about 10 minutes: looking for a fuse box, finding nothing wrong with the fusebox, being thankful I had brought a desk lamp with me in this move transition, and even more thankful I found an extension cord laying about.
So I moved all the stuff into the room and half-assed organized it. It was darker then I would've preferred, and the lighting was harsh on the eyes, so I did a little work and then went home. I grabbed my stuff there and returned to Madison. This may not sound all that interesting, but it was great to me! Man, and to think earlier this week I was so angry at stuff. 
