Oh, how I love moving

This would be the week, assembled members of the Mad Scientific community, that I disappear from one location, only to reappear in another. And while I look forward to the change, I despise the work involved. Whoever said "getting there's half the fun" apparently paid a moving company.

Much of my shit is in boxes as I type this. I've boxed up more clothes, DVDs, CDs, video games, game systems, books, comics, busts, statues, action figures, furniture, magazines, and assorted other items than I ever even thought I owned. Hell, I think my wife's in on of these boxes somewhere, 'cause I haven't seen her for the past fifteen minutes.

It sucks in a way ... well, it sucks in many ways, but I only thinking of one right now ... 'cause I'm eager to move, but I missed that TNA show in Anderson for this crap. And, another suck that comes out of this, is that I'll probably miss Summerslam on PPV for moving that weekend.

Alright, I got a rug to roll up. More back-breaking shit to do.