OMG, I hurt.

My knee said, "Fuck you, bitch!", and my Achilles' tendons are on protest. They told me that if I climb another set of stairs that they'd give up the ghost, and I can crawl for the rest of my life.

They don't realize that "townhouse" means split level, as in two stories.

Oh, big effin joke on me, btw.

Our townhouse?

IS ON THE SECOND FUCKING FLOOR.

I'm not kidding.

I'll take a pic later, but Thursday night, when we got here, I looked at the man, he looked at me, and we were like, "OFUCKNO."

There is an upside, though.

Those 10 plastic bins of books that I have? He said he'd buy me 2, count em, 2 Kindles if it meant I'd be getting rid of those.

Red is smiling, cause I'm making him buy me that.

Okay, so just wanted to let you guys know that I'm alive, moved, 65% unpacked, and still busy, but here.

Oh, somebody gimme that icon of Justin laid out on the mattress. I'll need that for my next post. Ny, I know you have it!!!