A Moving Tale

(I have to move out of my brother’s room back into the tiny guest room for the summer. I have been putting this off for quite a while. I am supposed to drive to meet a friend once I finish and he has been waiting for me to finish for about 3 days now. We are texting.)

Friend: “Are you moving the stuff? Your responses seem awfully quick.”

Me: “If your definition of moving is lying on the floor surrounded by boxes and clutter while pathetically whimpering, then yes, I am in fact moving.”