now it's time to breathe

As some of you know, I moved last weekend from a piece of a bedroom in an apartment in Dallas to a whole bedroom to myself in a house in Plano (about 16 miles north of Dallas).
My friends whom I live with helped  me move my stuff: it took a van and two car trips for my stuff since I didn't have a bed at the time. I helped them move their stuff one car load at a time throughout the week. That took a lot longer. On Sunday, when they rented a  moving truck, I was scheduled to work, so I did. I thought they didn't have that much stuff, just big furniture and a few boxes and that shouldn't take long with four other people helping, right? Well, after having worked 8 hours at a cash register all day, I drove to the new house around 7pm, they were still unloading the FIRST truck load. I got there just in time to help push the 400 pound wardrobe closet upstairs. After much straining a groaning and squeezing and grunting, we finally got this behemoth in place, and it's never moving again. Whoever rents this house next will inherit a giant wardrobe cabinet. Someone said "It stays here now, it's the closet to Narnia." So that was the first truck load, like I said.
 Wow, they got a lot of stuff. So I changed my clothes, moved my tired feet to my car and met them back at the old place to load up more stuff. This took until about 11pm or so. When I drove back to the house, my feet and legs were hurting so bad they itched. I really really wanted to help unload the last truck load so they  could return the truck, but I lay on my mattress that had been delivered two days prior and that was that. I hurt to even think about getting up. It felt like the Viet-cong were chewing off my feet. I peeled open my eyes and could see the bottle of ibuprofen I left on the window sill, but couldn't reach it. I tried to use my powers to move the bottle to me, but since I wasn't in the Matrix, it didn't work, so I just lay there. I was a bit still stiff the next day, and I had to work - again. Luckily I had no school and work was not until 6pm. I bought me some insoles which have been like miracles for my heels.
The rest of week I spent going to school and working and being tired. I thought about writing on my blog, but we had no internet, so I just looked at my computer. I finally got my loft bed delivered on Thursday and assembled it that night. Took me 3 hours! But, it's up and I have lots of room to move around now. So, I am writing this while sitting at my new desk under my bed. I like it. It's like a fort and forts are fun!
Now I'm going to climb up to my bed and watch a movie.

me, under my bed, still in my work clothes