I ache, everywhere. The boxes loom and threaten to devour me. Actually those would be some pretty talented boxes. Manager-lady did not clean floors as was previously claimed. As result calantha42 and I must tomorrow away to Metrotown to secure a mop and some ice cream. The latter of which will take no part in the unpacking, but rather will assume the position of sacrificial victim to the mighty goddess CompulsiveUnpackerAndTidier. Bwahahah. The boxes, they fear me.
Yes, obviously I need sleep. I'll go now. :)
Er... new address in f-locked post following this one.