Cancel-ed!

For about six months, my dad's been planning on coming down, bringing his friend Rick and Rick's truck, to help me move my furniture to my new apartment. Dad tells me, today (with the assumed arrival date of tomorrow)that Rick's truck broke down and Dale, who was going to drive my dad down to Chicago, bailed on him.


So.


I have a full apartment, no truck, no heavy-lifters, and arms the size of pipe-cleaners. Yes. Yes. So much stuff I can't lift or transport myself. balls. balls balls crap.


Now would be as good a time as any for the zombie apocolypse.