fffff I am sick of moving. This round in particular is kind of a bitch, because I have to ship my bike. ;_; poor babby.
Oh and maybe I’m stressed because I’ve never seen the damn place I signed a lease for.
Maybe that.
I’m also at the really dramatic stage of packing where if I’m in a bad mood I’m inclined to just throw all my shit away instead of wrangle it into boxes and start calculating shipping. Goodbye, my college paintings. You were all shitty anyhow.
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