somebody kill me

we are moving tomorrow. I'm excited and stressed. not so much stressed actually, just weary. I will be without the internet for a week and it's making me angry. I won't know what to do with myself. I might actually have to do something productive like unpack. I'm going to go to sleep. I need to get up at 7 to pick up the uhaul.

Nothing will be as bad as having to move Jenny out of Brooklyn in an afternoon during a rainstorm while her junkie roommates were out. That was a nightmare.