Moving the contents of your apartment down three flights of stairs one armload at a time is bloody boring, to say the least. Plus I hate walking down stairs when carrying things, I freak out when I can't see my feet. But I found a good way to stay awake and/or not fall down head over turkey: assign stupid personas and scenarios to each load. BOX OF WINE GLASSES – A family of refugees who I was smuggling over the border. Persecuted in their homeland for not being genuine crystal, they paid me $1000 to put them on a boat bound for the promised land. The faint clink clink as I ran down the stairs was their pitiful cries for oxygen. BIG FAT ARMCHAIR WITH LURID GREEN AND PINK STRIPES – A rather portly skank at a nightclub. She'd been in a brawl with some fellow skanks, and I was the bouncer. I slung her over my shoulder and lumbered down the stairs to throw her out on the street. She kicked and screamed the whole way and threatened to sic her boyfriend Leroy onto me. SUITCASE STUFFED WITH COOKBOOKS – I'd murdered my wife, chopped her into steaks and now planned to put her remains on a train bound for the countryside… unaware that Jimmy Stewart and Grace Kelly were watching me from a window across the courtyard. ASSORTED BED LINEN – I was sneaking down to the local boarding school, where I would knot the sheets together to form a makeshift ladder so I could help a number of girls named Trixie or Imogen escape out the dormitory window and far from the clutches of their evil Headmistress.