The Final Countdown

(I hope that The Final Countdown is stuck in your head right now and remains lodged in your frontal lobe for the majority of Sunday.)

The contents of 320 High St. Apt 24 are currently occupying a U-Haul on 4th St. attached to my Jeep. In less than 12 hours it, and yours truly, will be rocketing (albeit slowly) towards Texas.

I am happy.

P.S. Living in a three-story walk-up kind of sucks when one has to move. My thighs burn w/ the intensity of 1,000 suns.