Tossing shit out: I fully recommend it.

I like looking at the stack o' boxes in the corner of my apartment and realizing how small it is compared to the last time I moved. Of course, I'm kind of procrastinating so not everything is packed up yet, but a girl can dream, right?

In an hour and two creepy visits, I managed to ditch the entertainment center, the desk and the cd holder. My apartment looks so empty! Of course, now I can't escape my responsibilities and the disaster area that is my apartment into movieland, as the TV/DVD/VCR are all disconnected and scattered about in places I am (hopefully) unlikely to step on them. I'm not sure I want to figure it all out before Saturday. I will have semi-techy guys with me then and they can figure it out (Jish, this is you).

Btw, I am through standing up for the "chicks can do everything dudes can do, and better!" idea, especially as regards myself. I want my brothers here to pick up all the heavy furniture, and my dad can organize it all in the truck, and I want my geeky male friends here to figure out the best way to connect all my media and computer stuff together when it's all moved to the new place. The girls can organize lunch and carry the light boxes, toning our arm and back muscles for future baby-carrying and not straining our delicate wombs in the process.

Speaking of baby-carrying, in an unexpected development, Lily is coming to help me move!! We'll start her out light, see how she handles the Kitchenaid, before moving her on to bigger and better things, like my TV and cd collection. I bet all you flakes who flaked on helping me move are sorry now, aren't you?!? She's going to be the life of the party.

I'm kind of stressing about this whole thing, but I think I'm holding up well, don't you?