blogging with corpses

So you guys dead? Huh? Well, whatever. I'm tellin' you, you guys shoulda gone in with me on the gathering of smart folks. Well, I finished moving, and am now living in the smallest place I have ever lived. Somehow all my junk fits. I basically own 5 varieties of stuff:
music stuff
computer stuff
clothes stuff
bike stuff
book stuff
the pluses of my new place are such:
no fucking hills between it and work
no fucking stairs to lug the bike up
nice little garden/back yard
quiet neighborhood
washer and dryer just outside my door
wifi hotspot
proven track record with landlord