Moving day -- not mine, a friend's. Really glad that I don't plan to move again for the next, um, generation or so.
At one point, I thought: "Geez, this wasn't this hard when I was younger." Then I remembered: "Oh hell, I wasn't the one moving bookshelves and couches when I was little." Then I felt vaguely sorry for my father's spine.
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