Yesterday, I woke up at 8 am, picked up a uhaul, helped one of my roommates move a load and a half of furniture, then fit almost all of my stuff into two uhaul trips, and then helped Trisha move her furniture in one more load. We finished that last load at nearly 1 am. And I did all of that on three hours of sleep, because I was up until 5 am the night before packing. Needless to say, I'm exhausted.
While the worst is more or less over, there's still so much left to do. I have a carload or so left at the old apartment, and I have to throw away everything else that's left there by Saturday at 2:30. I have a ton of boxes to move from the second floor of the new house to my third floor room. And then I have to sort out my stuff and start selling everything. The worst is over, but the work has only just begun.
And now, back to the house, where there's no 'net.