Arienna

This is... very nearly what moving is like for me. I start out with carefully sorted boxes, each well labeled and organized by room, use, and importance. Then... I start just piling things into boxes by how they fit. Then I start swearing at my possessions and wondering where the hell the more esoteric pieces came from. Then I start throwing things away... And then, inevitably, there comes the gasoline can and the matches.

In other news, the truly wonderful Q and Lexi helped me move. Now Lexi's always a sweetheart but Q was fabulous. Without him I'd have wound up curled into a tiny, shrieking ball of angst and misery. Thanks Q. You rocked my socks off!