You guys are pretty tired of me talking about moving, yeah? Well fret not, for it's actually happening THIS VERY WEEK! Soon it will all be over, and I'll get right back to writing, I don't know, mopey observations about relationships or whatever the hell my schtick is anymore.
It's just hard NOT to talk about this move. It feels like life-changing times. Similar to having a baby, if the baby was furniture. And if the furniture didn't have to come out of my uterus. I'd also like to point out that my furniture doesn't poop.