Improptu move

So, Faith and I signed our papers yesterday and have until the end of the month to move. Except that the end of the month is Thursday and she's working double shifts until then. We sort of realized that we need to move, uh, today. I'm skipping class and rehearsal. Doug our neighbor and new favorite person on the planet is coming over tonight to help with some stuff, but we're hiring day laborers tomorrow for the big things.

It's hot. I'm sweaty. We're taking a dinner break and I'm going to see her show and let my knees relax. But then it's back to the move.

I hate moving. I never want to move again. Oh, wait, there's next year.

Mr. Gin, let's be friends.