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I hate moving.  Not as much as some people I know, but I doubt I will ever move myself again.  It’s just too much time and effort; you don’t want to burden any of your friends by asking them to help, but when you do they always “help” with like one load and then suddenly disappear.  And you can’t be mad because why would anyone want to voluntarily move someone else?

But in the end you end up in a sweet new townhome.

Pete, Mike, Els and I are living over by Agnes Scott now in a 4 bedroom townhome.  I’m pretty much dead right now so I’m going to sleep, but I’ll put up some pictures of the place tomorrow or the next day.

Please don’t judge the messiness, it won’t be close to set up yet.

Also, I’d say running the Peachtree Road Race this Friday is a 50/50 proposition right now.  I hurt my left heel about a week ago, and any time I bend my foot up and put pressure on it (think calf stretch) it has a sudden sharp burning pain.  Not enough to make running impossible, but enough for me to think it’s probably not the best idea.

We’ll see how it goes I guess.