Saturday morning, I woke up and went to rehearsal for my upcoming sketch show, where I ran around, rolled all over the floor, shouted at the top of my lungs, sang a song about going to hell and generally made a gleeful ass out of myself with a bunch of people that I like.
After that, I ate delicious barbecue rib tips.
After that, I went home and destroyed my desk - which has been falling apart for some time now - using just a hammer and a screwdriver. Then, I packed. While I packed, I watched perhaps the greatest comeback victory in the recent history of Michigan football on ABC which, miraculously, is the only channel I get in my apartment.
During the game, I received a call from my dad on my cellphone. "Can you believe they're even in this game?!" he shouted as Michigan scored their go-ahead touchdown.
We talked football for a while, and I said hi to my brother.
After that, I took a shower and then drove out to see my girlfriend. I took her to a Greek restaurant and then we saw a late night show at the Metropolis in Arlington Heights.
After that, I slept for 10 hours.
It's always nice when, confronted with the stress of moving and the stress of work etc., you're able to eek out a day full of small things that go well.
Now if I can just make it through the move, I should be okay.
...and you called your sister to wish her a happy birthday!
Where you moving to , Nat? Need any boxes?
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