Got the keys to the house yesterday, so I spent until about 12:30am moving boxes. When I first walked into the kitchen, someone had put a freezer there, which by itself, would have kicked all kinds of ass. Then I opened it. ape_man_
had bought us the freezer for a housewarming gift, and then went and -totally- filled it with various alcohols and beers, mainly optimator
So Trevor, your new mission is to help me drink it over the course of a few months worth of Starcraft marathons. Thanks man. :)
I moved stuff for about 5 hours last night, but I don’t feel like I made much of a dent. I’ve come to the conclusion that after 3.5 years of marriage, we’ve somehow managed to accumulate an enormous amount of shit. Before I was married, I could move myself across town in a few hours. This feels like it’s going to take all week. I blame my wife.