I suppose the morning could have more profitably been spent than lying in bed whimpering "Too much Jagermeister."

Apparently when you move, even if you're moving a few subway stops west, you still have to pack up all your shit.

I have a lot of shit. (Who needs three pairs of red shoes? Why did I buy The Newlyweds' Guide to Sex on the First Night in a fit of irony yesterday? Why do I own a maroon velour dress? Why did I bring it to Toronto? Seriously.)

This is not going to go well. I may not get much sleep tonight.