Consider Me Helpful
If anyone's moving (and I don't have some rather fixed prior arrangement on said day), I'd love to help. Seriously. I _want_ to help. I frankly don't understand why people hate helping other people move. And I've done some hairy moves.

I've helped Jake/Travis move a zillion times, bouncing between different apartments in rapid succession, stripping and rebuilding an entire office setup.

On almost no sleep the night before (probably none, actually; I caught about 20 minutes on the floor while Chris went to pick up the U-Haul), I helped Pete move out of his ex-wife's house, with his ex-wife watching us, carrying massive pieces of wood furniture out and up to the second floor of his new house.

I've done the online suitcase packing problem (in real-time) while helping Morgana move Dan out of his previous apartment and into his friend's truck (and then bringing it all to be dumped outside his mother's under a tarp), [Edit]behind the back of his roommate, and almost entirely into trash bags as we had no cardboard boxes and nothing was organized anyway[/Edit].

I think it comes from not having had to move myself much. I've moved twice in my life. I don't even remember the first time, but it was easy. We had both of our houses for at least a few months of overlap as we remodeled it, so stuff got to be moved over slowly. The second time was when I moved here to California. Since then I've been living in the same place. I found an apartment I liked and stuck with it. Story of my life, really.

And I'm largely _still_ moving in. Every half a year or so I bring another big box of stuff from Chicago. I don't even have a table to eat off of yet. And I only got any ornamentation around here a few months ago when Pat decided to renovate his living condition.

So really. Call me. I'll come and carry something. Or pack something. Or whatever you need me to do. And even if you don't need me to do anything, call me anyway and give me something to do for the hell of it ;P.