I've spent the day dealing with packing issues, including an ill-advised foray into the storage shed (which, unbeknownst to me, was also being used to store mosquitos). My legs hurt, my back hurts, and I haven't had the three or four hours alone in my own fucking house that I need to emotionally fucking recharge. I'm done, but don't stick a fork in me; give me a fork gun (like the stake machine gun from Van Helsuck) so I can stick forks in random passers-by instead.