So I've just survived three days of moving hell (who knew I evidently owned a ware-house full of random crap?) and I'm feeling supremely exhausted. Like, I-can-barely-see-straight kind of exhausted. As in, I'm-having-a-hard-time-typing kind of exhausted. It's an OMG-I-hope-I-don't-die-while-I-write-this kind of exhausted. The kind of exausted where you think you might throw up. Or pass out. Or possibly both at the same time.