Moving house sucks. If I ever have to do this again, I’m just going to take pictures of all the stuff I like and ship it all off to the poor house. Seriously, I think I could get by with a fast ‘net connection, a breakfast bowl and a half decent TV. The rest can all be cuddled and licked by hobos for all I care. Well, except for my La La La Human Steps poster. And my Legends of the Dark Knight #s1-100. And that rocking horse I’m carving. And my awesome snow shoveling mitts. And . . . Oh, screw it, I’ll just take more pie-eating breaks when between truckloads.