We moved our stuff into an attic attached to the house within which is our apartment. Did that make sense?

It was hell. All of the shite of moving without any of the excitement of a new place and none of the satisfaction, since we’re not done yet.

I am in the worst shape of my life. It is official. I entirely lost steam after taking Janaki’s stuff up into the attic and we decided to take my stuff up tomorrow morning, rather than push it.

My Dwarven Wedding adventure, cancelled last week, is still largely unfinished.

Last night a friend of Janaki’s invited us to his girlfriend’s apartment for dinner, where we were treated to a lovely meal with lovely company. Than a bunch of friends from outta town joined us and it turned into a great get together, a really fun time.

At the end of the night, we left the apartment to let the people who lived there sleep and just stood around in the parking lot, talking shit. Good times.

I hate moving. I cannot count the amount of times I’ve moved in the past 10+ years. Well, that’s not true. I could.

Jersey to Philly

Philly back to Jersey

Jersey to Georgia

Georgia to Ithaca, West Tower Dorm

West Tower to Plain Street

Plain Stree to HELL

HELL to Bostwick Road

Bostwick Road to Geneva Street

Geneva Street to Jersey

Jersey to Tokyo

Tokyo back to Jersey

Jersey to Tampa

Tampa to Ithaca, Summer Palace

Summer Palace to Basement Dungeon

Basement Dungeon to Hanshaw Rd.

Handshaw to Current Joint

Current join to Next Joint…

Holy shit.