I am so tired. Was supposed to be at an Iron & Wine concert in Northampton right now, but after spending six hours helping ashacat
move house, I am pretty much toaster streudel. I think every joint in my body hurts. They may have too much stuff.
Anyway, it's done. And my neck hurts, and my elbow hurts, and I slipped in the rain and hurt my ankle and that hurts too. Oh, meat, so not 21 anymore. Pretty close to forty, really, and that is starting to sink in.
I am never moving off my couch again.