Today is Lùnastal, which seems appropriate given that it's in honor of a woman who died of exhaustion from clearing stuff away. I wrapped up five solid days of moving yesterday and I didn't know it was possible to be this tired. My hands are so swollen from carrying boxes and furniture that I can barely bend my fingers, and my legs are so sore and swollen my ankle bones have disappeared. I'm covered in bruises. Next time I need to move, I'll just go stand in the middle of the freeway in front of a truck and be done with it. My apartment is so full of stuff it's hard to get in the door.

On the plus side, my new cable box has DVR capability so I can just watch what I want.