Moving Day Cometh

As you may or not know, I am soon moving into my first house with my wonderful fiancee Jen. Moving Day is only two weeks away, and as I look around, I have only one box packed... the Cowboys stuff.

I still have to pack my movies, lights, clothes, game systems, tvs, surround sound, chairs, music equipment, books, tables, bags, papers, pens, mugs, food, cameras, discs, posters, tapes, candles, medicine, soap, deodorant, pillows, blankets, flashlights, decorations, cables, adapters, shoes, doritoes, jars, scale, night-lights, desk, hard liquor, towels, q-tips, toothbrush, razor, pictures, etc, etc...

I do admit to being one of those people who finishes his shopping on Christmas Eve but I really should get moving on this whole moving thing before the time arrives and I'm stuck scurrying like a rat. Trouble is, I just don't know where to begin in this heap of forgotten items.

I have about 12 tons of crap that will probably end up getting thrown out, but it's just such a huge task to wrestle, I am hesitant to begin. Any second now I'm sure that I'll finally hop to it and grab a trashbag and start digging around, but for now I can't picture myself moving a pinkie.

Ok ok, so as it seems that I'm about to give up and call a moving company, the magic of the written word strikes again as we jump into the future. I did indeed finally get off my ass and dig through my storage room. I've removed everything belonging to me, minus two heavy crates filled with old vhs tapes, I'll figure that one out later. It's a miracle that I've managed this much, but after such torturous work, I must take a rest. Tomorrow is another day, and an opportunity to go through all the stuff I've pulled out of the room... step 2 1/2.