pray for mojo.

Right now I look like the kind of guy who lets dragged out of an overturned trailer, shirtless, his face a mass of blurred pixels, on Cops.

I've had maybe five hours of sleep, my apartment is nothing but boxes, I'm trying to keep rooms clean even as I still need to use them, and the movers show up in less than an hour.

Suffice to say, I'll be glad when I'm all set up in my new place. If only so I can fall onto the couch and take a nap.