Wake up early, start making breakfast for everyone. Potatoes and eggs, the potatoes I f'd up by cooking too long. Everything else was right. Dad watched but didn't partake, mom stayed away, and Ben and Heidi woke up way too late, so the food was cold by the time they got to it. Sorta frustrating. I tried to leave it out because I didn't want to shove it in their face.
Headed down to Eugene to help Dylan move. Ben tried to get everyone together to make a plan, but that plan was quickly ignored by all. There was mass confusion as to how to load stuff into the giant truck. I jumped in and said I'd handle it, and that everyone just bring shit to me and I'll organize it. This is clearly not my strength when dealing with moving: I can lift heavy things, but I never organize anything. But everyone was super appreciative of me doing it (despite the final product, which was shaky at best). Looking back this should have been my wheelhouse (helping with moving), so its pretty appropriate that everyone was happy with me. It was just surprising how it happened.
Drove back to Corvallis, where Dylan came down and we had crab for dinner. After I learned how to play Carcassonne, which I initially did not like at all, but I quickly took to. I played about 10 games that night, and went to bed late.
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