Tore Apart the House

I tore up the house today. I emptied the changing table/antique thing of all it's diapering supplies and carried it to the living room. Parked it there. I cleaned the rest of Luken's room. I emptied the entertainment center of the beautiful yarn housed there and managed to drag that two ton thing UP the stairs and into Luken's room. Moved it to at least 3 different places. Moved Luken's crib to at least 3 different places. Moved dresser too many times to count. Decided on semi-permanent placement for items (at least for tonight) and put everything away.

Moved HUGE entertainment center from one side of living room to the other. Moved the piano. Moved the couch. Moved massive amounts of stuff from here to there. Moved chairs and tables and lamps.

Not sure that I like it at all but now I'm way too worn out to change it. And I hurt.

I think I pulled a muscles in my chest. There are two places that REALLY hurt. And a spot on my knee. I'm such a gimp. What the hell was I thinking, anyway? I wanted a nice clean house and now I have a torn up house. Way to go!

Still have a fucking migraine. I think it's making me crazy so I do things like tear apart the house.

For the record, I think that the new Tonight Show sucks!

HBK