How's that moving thing workin' for ya?

So far I have run out of boxes and had a battle with styrofoam peanuts. The styrofoam won. But then I posted an "I'm out of boxes" gripe on Myspace and one of my Austin buds, who just happened to have moved herself, offered her stash of boxes. Then another dug around in her shed for some more. SWEETNESS. I am taken care of in all kinds of ways every day. Thanks, my people!