Saturday of grump

I helped Dancer move storage units along with another friend of hers. It's a good thing we were there, because Dancer's joints wouldn't have allowed her to do it herself even if she hadn't had large pieces of furniture in there. It was a 5'x10' storage space whose volume was at least half full.

It's not great that Dancer likes to order people around, and on several occasions looked through her accumulated stuff instead of just moving it. Is being a pack rat just incredibly common or am I selectively attracted to them?

I crashed at 1830 and woke up at 2030. Did I go out? No, but I had no particular plans last night. What's gotten into me? Ah well, tomorrow's Labor Day and there's Flammable, which I haven't been to in forever.

Grad school nightmares. Feh. Waking up at 0407. Feh. At least on call hasn't had nasty surprises this weekend. I can tell I either need solid groove or naughty activity.