I just finished moving to the third floor of my apartment, and the following places are where it hurts:
This morning was especially fun, as I spent 20 minutes rolling back and forth in bed, moaning in pain, while trying to gather the strength to get out of bad. I never thought I'd be the kind of guy to hire movers, but there's no way I'm going through that nonsense again. Anyway, I'd write more about this, but I've blacked out twice since I began this post and I think that I need to go buy a banana.
Regular posting to resume next week!
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...and that's exactly why I'm going to pay people to haul the big items when I move in a few weeks. Now that my macho man days are behind me, I find it's okay to splurge on these little luxuries. Feel better soon, J!
totally. In NYC, there is no reason to lift anything heavier than a hardcover. Everyone else assumes that this state is full of pansies, anyway.
Yeah, I guess it takes a lot of pride-swallowing to make me give up a. my notorious cheapness, and b. my desire to be "manly," whatever the hell that means.
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