I Hate Packing

About 8 years ago I learned my lesson and decided that I would never move myself again. I think its about time I adopted that mantra with regard to packing. I hate it. With a passion. I hate putting boxes together. I hate putting shit into the boxes. I hate taping boxes up. I hate that horrible fucking packing tape, that always gets re-stuck to the roll, making you have to try your damndest to peel it back off in one singular piece. I hate running out of boxes and having to make yet another trip to the grocery store to beg for boxes, or to Lowes to pay $7.29 for a large box. I hate emptying out a room and still having half a box open to put stuff in...do you close it up because there's nothing else in that room, or do you start mixing and matching, labelling it as: Miscellaneous shit that could go in any number of rooms. Don't even get me started on packing the kitchen. I'd rather have saltwater injected into my viens. The monotony of wrapping each...individual...plate...and bowl...and glass...and cup...holy shit, I want to cut my wrists just thinking about what's ahead of me. You know, there are moving companies that come in and pack all your shit, then move it. Its gotta be worth it. I'll even pay double what I'm paying the movers. I wonder if its too late...............shit, it is. They've already scheduled someone behind me, and packing would take them 2-3 extra hours. I guess I'm going to have to suck it up. Honestly, its not that bad...I only have the bedroom, bathrooms, office, and kitchen left. I'm sure I can knock that out this weekend...turn on some college football and get to it. Anyone wanna help?