Last night I dreamed that I was leaving the Air Force and had to vacate my room. They assigned someone else to live there before I could do that and she took over completely, integrating all of her things with mine.
I had to isolate my possessions, pack them, and find a place to put them in an already overstuffed room. Bonus: The usurper treated me like a nonentity, ignoring me entirely.
And every time I thought I had everything together I found another cache of junk I had to go through.
Things looked up, though, on my last day when a coworker, with whom I had barely shared a word, asked for my contact info so we could get together and maybe go for a motorcycle ride.
That coworker was pruememo !
VROOM VROOM
Can I be Jack Nicholson? 
Which one of us grew that lip jungle?
Tag yourself. I'm the bedroll.
pruememo: I'm loving this... We'll put PollyPaperclip: under the Captain America helmet, pruememo is the bedroll, and I get to be in the middle. We'll call Pornstar Mustache a NPC
I'm the twine!
aww, I never get to be in the middle!
