The moving guys are here loading my stuff into their truck. I was up all night packing things up - 12 hours of intense, concentrated effort. I grossly underestimated the amount of things I have, or at least the amount of time it would take to pack them.
It's kind of awkward sitting here on my ass doing nothing while these three guys are killing themselves getting my sofa down the stairs.
I drank big cups of strong tea as I worked through the night and I'm still shaky, but I feel like I could crash at any moment and sleep for two days straight.
I captured Rasputin without too much trouble - I threw a blanket over her and she froze. I felt horrible doing it because she was just starting to get comfortable around me, and I feel like I have betrayed her trust.
I feel really stressed out. I suppose that's normal given that moving is one of the most stressful events in a person's life.
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