I need a moving buddy...
Perhaps moving furniture by myself wasn't the greatest of ideas... I decided to try to move some of my stuff from Nebraska into my room. It turned into a bad version of Clue: myself, with the candlestick, in the bedroom. No lie, I was almost killed by a metal candle holder. It fell off the shelving unit I was attempting to move and nearly fell on my head. Luckily, only the candle itself landed on me. I really should have heeded the warning though. Next, I crawled over the back of the dresser to grab some papers that had fallen over the back years ago. As soon as I stood up, I got hit with a bad case of vertigo. I ended up plopping myself on the floor and waiting until the room stopped spinning. And me being the stubborn idiot that I am, I promptly went back to moving furniture. I managed to cut my toe on the bed frame while trying to shove it up against the other dresser. But I needed to move it to complete my cunning plan: I was going to dump the super heavy 26" television that I had no hope in hell of lifting onto the mattress. And since my moving experience had gone like clockwork so far, the TV promptly bounced back and tried to squash me. I really need to get a moving buddy. Or at least someone to call 911 when my furniture tries to kill me.