Friends help you move.

Real friends help you move bodies. I can neither confirm nor deny the existence of bodies in the boxes we shleped out of Hackpoll's place on Saturday, but I do know that I am not cut out for manual labor. Seriously, it is all I can do to type this. And it's been 24 hours since I got home yesterday! I was supposed to go to a book signing last night, but I'm afraid I pooped out on the sofa before I could get ready to leave again. Fortunately, the most rigorous thing on today's agenda was a pedicure.