Moved Rebecca on Saturday and am still recovering. Basically an interesting combination of stairs, heavy lifting, organizing, and brute strength for about 7 hours (11am to 6pm). Went out afterward so didn’t have the most recovering sleep. Instead sujo-induced haha. Now grateful to sit in front of a computer all day, if you can believe it. It was fun at the time, just surrised that I’m still feeling creeky (legs mostly from the stairs)

some poetry:
Last Weekend
(please listen to Depeche Mode and Prince when you read this)
She wore purple frosted nail polish
She thought she was a sex machine
(like raspberry beret)
Her boyfriend was hot in a muscly kind of recently-a-virgin way
They tried to make out a lot (while we moved)
Until me, vixen that I am, tore his attention away with my hip hop and moving-furniture acumen,
Poor bad perm girl took her revenge
By sticking a huge butterfly clip in my toilet
woah, woah woah, insert weird band chorus here
by banane

some religion (credit to a forward from Damien):

Bush is my shepherd, I shall be in want.
He maketh me lie down on park benches.
He leadeth me beside the still factories,
He restores my doubts about the Republican Party.
He leadeth me into the paths of unemployment for his cronies’ sake.
Yea, though no weapons of mass destruction have been found, he maketh me continue to fear evil.
His tax cuts for the rich and his deficit spending discomfit me.
He anointeth me with never-ending debt.
Verily my days of savings and assets are kaput.
Surely poverty and hard living shall follow me all the days of his administration,
And my jobless child shall dwell in my basement forever.