Well, it should be interesting, so at least there's that.

I lost a co-worker to suicide. Sat here for a while after that sentence, and this is all I came up with.

And only about halfway done.

But spoons, every day is moving day!

I guess I just noticed that yesterday was Friday the 13th. Well, it doesn't seem like any of us got bad news. I hope.

My speakers arrived today. They're glorious. Unfortunately, I can't use them until my receiver arrives. Damn wiener logistics.

I remember how to drive in the snow, but I haven't really driven in it since 2008 and the last real terrible winter I drove in was late 2006. If you're crossing an intersection on foot and you see me in a car, maybe wait for me to come to a complete stop before you start walking.

Well, I guess there's no good reason not to spend all day taking loads over to the new place. In the cold and potential snow.

That'll be my Saturday. I got about four hours of real sleep, so this should be fantastic. It's always fun when I absolutely need sleep because I have an early obligation, and then I wake up at about 4, jarred by a dream where I find myself nude in a car dealership, and see my grandmother on the other side of the room trying to figure out if she saw someone she knew, so I duck down behind the receptionist, consumed with fear and shame.

I don't miss the part of owning a truck where everyone called for help, but I miss the part where I could move my own things easily.