I’m moving. Sort of.

See, my roommate moved out, and her room was bigger than mine, so I’m gonna take her old room. Unfortunately, this entails moving everything I own back down the narrowest stairs in existence. I can’t decide if this is better or worse than actually moving. Since I’m not really putting stuff in boxes, it’s a pain to ferry awkwardly shaped goods down the death stairs. That said, at least I don’t have to carry them all the way down to the street, up into a truck, and then (presumably) up some more narrow stairs into a new apartment.

posted August 29, 2001 – 7:57 am
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