Are we there yet?

*thud!* Ok, no more moving for today. Two changes of clothes and two showers later, I've managed to make a small dent in all the crap that's been squirreled away over the last 4 years.

Not having a heart attack while hauling boxes up those friggin' stairs... Good

Banging the top of my head on the car's frame while wrestling boxes, right on the lump where the doc cut me open not a week and a half before... Bad. Very Bad. Colossally, astoundingly, astronomically bad. Thank god for vicodin.

< whine > I've got young, healthy, strong-type guys living in my head, why can't they help me mooooove? < /whine >