So long, Melrose Place.

My brother and I, with help from Tracey and Lisa, cleared out and cleaned up 1920 W. Alabama today. I spent five hours carrying trash downstairs, scrubbing futilely at the stained carpet, and watching two vacuum cleaners die unpleasant, horrible-smelling deaths. There was also beer.

Now I'm exhausted, so it's time to go stretch out, watch Buffy, and say hello to the ferrets. More later, perhaps.