Ouch

I didn't sleep at all Tuesday night -- I tried, trust me -- and spent most of yesterday helping my friend's mom move her enormous furniture pieces into an apartment. So if you're scoring at home, that's 28.5 consecutive waking hours commemorated by two hurting arms, one picturesque bruise on my forearm, one sore shoulder, and a partridge in a ... er, nevermind.

After 12 hours of sleep, though, I feel a little better. But I'm still worried -- am I loopy because I actually found this parody of "The Wrestler" a little ... hopeful? You be the judge.

Moving!

No, not sites -- apartments. Today I secured a new pad for myself and roomie-to-be, my friend and fellow JLD alum, The Mortician. We're giving our new landlord $200 to hold our spot and setting up shop Halloween day.

I'm most glad that the process took literally three days between spotting the apartment and getting approved today. No fuss, no muss, no stressing out the last two weeks of the month. I'll share more with you as the month goes on.