I hate moving

I don't think I really need to say this, but I'm going to anyway: I hate moving. I've spent all day packing up all of my stuff and I'm still not done boxing my stuff up and getting it ready for the move. My apartment is a wreck, I can't find anything, and I have less than 24 hours left to finish this up.

What's worse is that I'm currently standing in my kitchen typing away on my laptop because my desktop computer died this afternoon. I installed the Vista beta today, didn't like it, decided to go back to XP, and during the reformat, the stupid thing turned off and now it won't turn back on. I'm thinking either the power supply or the motherboard burned out, but I don't have time to pull everything out of this case and put it in a different one. I'll probably end up pulling my secondary harddrive out of it and putting it in my external enclosure just so I have access to all of my files, but I doubt I'll get around to doing anything with the stupid thing for quite some time. What great timing, no?

Hung out with Grand and Phil last night; always a pleasure to be around those guys. There were some frosty adult beverages to be had, and have them we did. Tackling Phil while he was sitting in his recliner, thus toppling it over backwards was quite possibly the highlight of the evening. I'm hoping both of them can make it out for New Years; partying just isn't the same without them around.

I have to get back to packing. I'll post some pictures of the carnage tomorrow.