I will one-up you. Don't pack your coffee paraphernalia with a shitload of packing left to do and then switch to energy drinks, plural, on the last day. My fingers were cramping up so bad that I almost went to urgent care. That was my Friday. Now my stuff is in storage and I'm in the second temporary city of my nomadic life.
That's a good question that I never really examined until you asked. The city moves were related to school and work, fairly typical stuff. Then there were 9 same-city upgrades, which seems high. I guess every time I get the renewal letter, it's not just a rent hike, it's a reminder that I'll be free to choose again in the near future. I'm just renting an apartment for me, so there's no mortgage involved and no kids to enroll in a new school district. I can see why people might not want to do this so often and I might settle down at some point, but I think it's been worth it overall.
Moving again. It'll be my 17th move, changing cities for the 7th time. I got my boxes a few weeks ahead of time and had one really productive day packing and was congratulating myself for a pace that was going to allow for a really well-planned move without any miscellaneous boxes that I tell myself I'll sort through at the new place. Then, even though I have no intention of hiring anyone to do this, I looked up how long it would take professional movers to pack up my stuff and the answer was around 4 hours. That ended the productivity and feeling good about my handling of this task -- I had already taken that long and could realistically finish the whole job on the last night, so I stopped. If I don't manage to start again until the last night, it will be another messy move.
Don't feel obligated to follow stupid movies or tv shows. Here's a cake. It costs $275 and doesn't even come with a stripper inside. If you absolutely have to get this guy an erection, I'd suggest a strip club instead. And because strip clubs are horrendous, ideally one in a part of town with other options after leaving the strip club.