Sep
27
I’m moving and through no fault of anyone’s, that song about liking to move it, move it is stuck in my head. The above is the $22 delivery dinner I’ve allowed myself to eat because my fridge is empty (except for that beer – done, check).
Something about packing and the total unfamiliarity of physical labor makes me feel spoiled and incompetent, like I can really relate to The Simple Life now.