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I came home from work today, to catch up on all that lying in bed and whimpering vaguely at the ceiling I've been falling behind on. I feel terrible, even thinking about moving gives me stabbing pain behind the eyeballs, and:
1) I got the key to my apartment yesterday and I want to start moving right now. Or, conversely, I could be painting, before I got all the furniture in.
2) It is Halloween celebrating night, and I have most of an excellent costume and two parties full of awesomely becostumed people to go hang around with.

I really wish I wanted to move.