The Move Part 1

I feel like I should be live blogging my move. Here is what has happened so far:
I woke up. My friend the headache woke up with me. I don't have any Advil. I cried because I couldn't find my old Vassar t-shirt that is soft and comforting and I wanted to wear. I found the t-shirt. I went to CVS and spent $110.10 on contact solution so as to empty my FSA account, which had $110 in it. I forgot Advil. The movers arrived. My building yelled at me because I'd reserved the elevator from 1 to 4 and it was 9 am. I gently explained they would be packing first and we would not try to use the elevator when we were not allowed to. I found out the guy that did the estimate wrote me down for having two king sized beds. I made the movers cinnamon rolls. I convinced them that they could in fact put the hip hop channel on for their listening pleasure because yes I did like hip hop. I provided Chamillionaire's anthem Ridin' Dirty as proof. I decided to blog. Everyone's all caught up.