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re-enacted that awful montreal escalator incident last night - fell down my own damn stairs while attempting to descend with an armload of empty boxes. am hobbling around today with (additionally) bruised leg/foot and bruised spirit. only my bedroom and work desk left to deal with. oh, and um, the bajillion Little Things scattered everywhere that somehow didn't make their way into a box or didn't fit into one or didn't make sense or that exist to incense me.

feeling frayed and sorry for myself during this last stretch. moving truly does S-U-C-K.