*leans hard*

Oh, y’all. I have a lot of stuff.

Lots.

Like, wow.

J’s going to have a garage sale (note, I didn’t say *I* was having one) and we’re culling madly, but wow.

Wow.

Lots of stuff. 

I just… boxes.

Tape.

Sore muscles.

Boxes. 

Paper.

Moving. 

O.o