Tomorrow, I will begin the 3-day "carry heavy boxes full of my shit up and down an ungodly number of stairs" initial phase of my relocation.
Where? The big city, right up the highway from my little suburbian hometown.

On the plus side, she has two kitties. They are both unbelievably retarded. Hence... I adore them and cannot wait to make my boyfriend die of allergies.
But to back-track a bit here, folks... the reason that this weekend is only the initial phase of my move is quite simple. I have no furniture and no money with which to purchase furniture. So until I can either make money, or find people who want to give me home furnishings, I will be a nomad, living by my wits.