Moving, and related things...

Hello you random people...
So, this Saturday is the big big U-haul moving day. I'm trying to pack and move as much as possible of my stuff beforehand, though I have yet to really start. I'll have most of the week, though, so that should go well. I hope. I'm only moving 5 blocks and my current roommate has promised the use of her car when I need it for things I don't want to carry 5 blocks (tv and such...)
The big big U-haul is mostly for Amy's stuff, and for the big bulky things like my futon (our new couch) that won't fit in a Civic. This is going to be a long, hard week, followed by a long, hard Saturday.
I'm looking forward to living with Amy, don't get me wrong there. It's just that there's moving involved. Ay, ay, ay, no me gusta...
Moving has always been a hassle for me. I've done a move from a trailer into a house (across the front yard, lol...), a move from Bridgeport to the Bay Area (sort of across the back yard, but after crossing the back yard you go another 2500ish miles...), a move into my old studio apt. in San Mateo (wasn't that hard, didn't have much stuff really), a move to San Francisco about a year and a half ago (worst moving experience ever...), and now this one. Maybe this one will go well, as I feel I'm due for it. None of the rest have gone anything like well, really. And, dammit, I deserve an easy move by now! I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and, dog-gonnit, people like me. Okay, a few people. But it still counts!!!
Why is it that the moves I've helped with, that didn't involve me moving, went well? Maybe because I couldn't stress about them, as someone else was the affected party, and did all the stressing involved... Hmmmm... Now, that's an idea! Would someone like to take over with the logistics, and do all the necessary stressing for me? Come on, it would be fun... Okay, no volunteers. Fine... It was a good idea, and it certainly had fewer legal hangups than my first one, which was to perform a ritual, culminating in a human sacrifice, to the dark gods of relocation. Didn't get any volunteers for that one, either, by the way. Nobody willing to help me out here...
Nah, I'll be okay, and this one shouldn't be all that bad, really. Aside from the part that involves me having to drive a U-haul around SF, everything will be great. The driving wouldn't be that bad, except for the fact that, on the streets, I'm accustomed to being roughly 25.5 inches wide and 70ish inches long (on my bike...) Seriously, Maria's Civic feels like a tank when I drive it. Imagine what a 14 foot U-haul is going to be like for me... Oh, well...
Anyway, this one shouldn't be bad. I know I keep saying that, but I'm trying to convince myself. Really, I don't care whether anyone else believes it, I just want me to believe it. Maybe I'll have time next week to post another entry, and I can let all you fun fun people know I survived moving. Yup, that's right, all 5ish of you.
'Till then...