I've said it before, I'll say it again: I have the best friends in the world.

I moved on Saturday, and I made a dumb mistake: I didn't arrange for a UHaul truck early enough. I'm not sure what early enough is, but I'm sure it's sometime preceeding the night before you'd like to move.

In any case, I happen to know 3 other people with trucks, and many others who sacrificed a Saturday to my cause, and I managed to get everything but the condiments in the fridge and my plants up in one day. It took two trips and I'm sure everyone else hurts as much as I do, from the lifting and the climbing required. If I ever move out of here, perhaps I will rig something up to lower everything out of one of the windows.

Thanks so much to Jish and Jessa and Apollo and Min Jung and RJ and Sarah and Kristy and most especially my mom and dad, who drove 200 miles to help me out, just to drive back that evening.

And thanks again to Jish and Jessa for helping me clean out my storage area yesterday, and Jessa for taking all my Goodwill crap.

Tonight I have to race back down to the South bay to clean out the rest of the fridge, throw out the trash, vacuum, wipe down the counters, and give the keys back to the landlady, who will not reschedule this meeting for a more reasonable time on Saturday.

New motto: Just because I own a truck, it doesn't mean I'll help you move. But I will anyway because I owe it to the universe.