MOVING DAY. Again.
This sucks. I have to haul everything I own up and down the shit-scented hallways of College Towers, then across town. Alone. Thus far, about 25% of the items I've moved have been covered in rubbing alcohol–half of those, thrown away. You do the math.
The new house is dubbed "The Tree Fort." I'm excited about the location, and the price; I can almost taste the money I'm saving.
Someone, feel free to motivate me to stop sitting on my ass in front of the computer. I need to finish moving this stuff.
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