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lea_hazelThis morning I had the most appalling three hours of my life*. To top it all off, I got home sweat-soaked and exhausted, having accomplished only a chore and a half out of the eleventy billion I'd planned. And now I have to talk to people on the phone. D:
Doctors! And tests! And labs! And packing to move! The only good news (from yesterday) is that the old tenant is moving early and the apartment might be empty as early as this week. I am so ready to move. Mentally, I mean, I'm not remotely packed and there's all sorts of clothes I haven't worn in three years to be gotten rid of.
*Not even remotely, but it was pretty nasty still.
ETA: IT GOT WORSE. I TRIES SIGNING UP FOR COURSES. OH GOD. IT WAS SO PAINFUL.
Doctors! And tests! And labs! And packing to move! The only good news (from yesterday) is that the old tenant is moving early and the apartment might be empty as early as this week. I am so ready to move. Mentally, I mean, I'm not remotely packed and there's all sorts of clothes I haven't worn in three years to be gotten rid of.
*Not even remotely, but it was pretty nasty still.
ETA: IT GOT WORSE. I TRIES SIGNING UP FOR COURSES. OH GOD. IT WAS SO PAINFUL.
