Okay, so I'm moving house . . . again. I know that I absolutely should be more excited but mostly I'm just exhausted. I'm tired just thinking about: hanging clothes, folding clothes, hanging frames, framing pictures, cleaning, moving a couch, a table, my mattresses, my t.v., my d.v.d. player, my d.v.ds, et al.
Actually, I think that is all.
Anyways, more to come on the saga that is me moving house. Keep in mind that in the last year alone I have moved from my apartment to my house to Spain back to my apartment back to my house and now to this new house . . . and almost everything I own has gone to every single place. Awe. Some. Or, you know, not awesome, like, at all.
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