The move

I writing to you from my new couch in my new living room in my new apartment. I would post pictures, but that would require me to take some, and God only knows where my camera is packed. (Truth be told, he may not even know. I asked him earlier and didn't get a response. I thought he was just ignoring me, but it's possible that he was avoiding the question because it was just too hard.) I'll describe the place, though, and you can use your imagination...

Picture your lovely, put together home.
Now picture it after a tornado.
That's exactly what my apartment looks like.
But, when I get done cleaning up after the unnatural disaster that was my move, it's going to be great.

Speaking of the move, I was awake for forty hours straight. It poured down rain most of the day. By the time it was all over, I looked like this...


And that's all I'm going to say about that. Except, my parents were so incredibly helpful during this whole process that now I think I'm going to have to care for them when they get old. I was planning on paying my sister-in-law to do it, but after this move, changing their adult diapers is probably the least I can do.