The pull is in my muscle, the ache is in my bones...

Last night, I did some packing/cleaning of the hallway that leads to the balcony. In doing so, I ended up with 8 trash bags filled with stuff, mainly magazines. While I did find another stash of pornos, they were in no way close to the majority. I threw away quite a few Rolling Stones, Spins, Outs, Advocates, Instincts, Genres, and even a few National Geographics. I later found a box full of older Nat. Geo.'s. I decided to try to sell the box at mom's upcoming yard sale (whenever that may be).

Still, tomorrow morning is trash day, so this afternoon, when I got home from work, I took them all out. 8 heavy trash bags filled with magazines (it's amazing how few magazines it takes to make a trash bag almost too heavy to carry), and the box of Nat. Geo.'s, down two flights of stairs, out the front door, down three steps, along a short walkway, to about 7 more steps, and then the sidewalk. It took me 6 trips in total to get them all down, including the desk chair I carried down to try to sell as well.

My GOD am I beat! My arms and shoulders are a bit sore, my legs can barely pull me up off of the sofa. And this is before I've slept for several hours and allowed them to stiffen up on me! Crimeny, tomorrow morning is gonna suck.

I've come to the conclusion that moving is the province of the young.

POLT Listening to "Whip It" by Devo

You're a creature of the night, Michael...wait until Mom hears about this! - Sam Emerson, The Lost Boys