last night ended up being pretty damn busy for a sunday. after work i headed home to help scott unload a van full of his stuff into the apartment. after lugging heavy box after heavy box up those stairs, we sat around, sweaty and breathing heavy, thinking "this isn't even close to a quarter of the shit." scott still had all the big stuff and assorted other detritus still to be picked up from his apartment.

we took a break, scott deciding to go home and get dinner while i hung out with the girl. she brought over it's a wonderful life, and we curled up on the couch to enjoy the movie. to be honest, i neither of us had ever seen it before. after watching the whole thing, i can definitely see why it's such the christmas classic. i've come to the conclusion that i really love jimmy stewart. the man is in two of my favorite hitchcock film (vertigo and rope), after all. i'm an admitted christmas sap, anyway. i go for all this shit, hook, line, and sinker. after the movie, the girl and i hung out for a bit, just talking and whatnot. it was a nice way to end the busy holiday weekend, i'd say.

and then scott and i moved most of the big shit. and took out all of jess' trash (bags and bags of actual trash). and moved and moved and moved until about 3am. seriously. i basically fell into bed and straight to sleep. do not pass go. do not collect $200. go directly to…sleep.

and now i'm sitting at work, looking at george "the animal" steele's webpage. if you were ever wondering what happened to him…now you know. i'd like to point out that i had no clue the guy was as old as he is.

tonight scott and i move the rest of the big shit. i think we just have the bed left. i'll be glad when this madness is over…