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So I don't know what was going on earlier. When I got back to my trailer, I turned the radio on, and I heard Sean talking about a van. And I was like, I wonder if she's talking about my dad's van. And I hope she didn't say what I typed into Telegram. But the something something, he ended up calling 1-800-GOT-JUNK. They come out, grab 3 quarters of their truck load. I think, I don't even know how many yards it was. They do, I think, like 15 by 10 by 5 or something. It hasn't been wider than 5. I don't know. But it was expensive. So just be prepared. If you decide to pass away, and you have all your ham radio junk laying around, and your wife has to get rid of it, you're going to cost her a lot of money with 1-800-GOT-JUNK. That's why I've been trying to send my hoard out, because Laura jokes about calling them. And I don't think she would really want to. She would probably go rent a U-Haul, and load it up, and bring it to Factorio. But we digress. My feet hurt, my back hurts, and I'm ready to go home. I'm going to pack up in the morning and start my adventure. Who knows where it will lead me? Maybe we go, I can't really go to Moab without Laura. That wouldn't be right. I thought about going to Kenneth's house, but that's kind of like way detouring, and then going up to 101. But I definitely, let me reset.