I need to finish packing my things and take them down to my parents' house, but I'm beyond exhausted. I think this is the first no work/no school/no volunteer work day I've had since the semester started, and I just want to lie here in an ice cream coma and watch What Not To Wear. I have an unshakably strong urge to Not Move right now. I don't want to pack. I don't want to shove all of my belongings into my tiny hatchback and fight LBJ traffic. I want to watch Stacy and Clinton talk about creating length through the body and visual interest at the narrowest point and weep soft tears of joy as I undo my paleo diet efforts with this pint of Haagen Dazs. Is that so much to ask?