I no longer have a home in Montreal. Everything has been moved out (sort of. La Cite will have to deal with my futon, compy desk, and creepy flamo bird painting.)

As with most big moving days, I think I pulled a muscle in my arm, because I had to carry everything (read: my bed, bookcase, and more) by myself because my dad is an old man.

Spent the majority of the day thinking about a certain girl. I'm looking forward to tomorrow.