It is 9:45, and I am finally finished with this two day moving extravaganza. My back is sore, my abs hurt, my hands feel like I have been doing pull ups all day long, but I am officially in my apartment with my lady, and it feels good. I hope to not move for another two years, and when that happens I will be moving into an house, and I will sho nuff be paying people to do that move. My lady, her sister, and her boyfriend knocked this move out in about 3 hours, so I really should not complain. Next up? Unpacking, trips to Bed Bath and Beyond, Ikea, and other stores that are made for women to shop in(yeah that's sexist, but come on, can you really see me in there for extended periods of time?).

I've run into 3 or 4 people who also occupy by building, and they all seem to be pretty friendly, with the exception of one couple who looked at my lady and I like we are terrorists. Perhaps we'll make them a carrot cake or something to soften them up a bit.

I am tired, I haven't showered, and I have some red wine to sip on before bedtime. I just wanted to blog this minor miracle for my own records.