I’m currently in the process of moving, so I make no promises about the quality or quantity of my contributions. I’ve found that after moving 20+ boxes of books and a metric ton of yarn it’s difficult to be funny. At least, it’s difficult to be funny to people that are less exhausted than you are.
So, currently I’m sitting in a largely barren apartment trying to get a little breath back. It’s times like these when quitting smoking seems like a really good idea. But then I rest a bit, and the spots go away and I light up another one. And people say that I have no commitment.
The truly funny thing is that I’m moving back into the same apartment building that I moved out of about three years ago. If only I had known then that I’d be coming right back I could have saved myself a lot of trouble and just stayed here. But alas, it was not meant to be.
Stay tuned for more tales of the weary.
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