I moved all my shit out of my room (the one that Rachel laid claim to) and my DOG at my POST-IT NOTES while I was busy. An unforgivable offense.
There's still a pile of boxes surrounding the chair I'm sitting in, but the pile improves.
I, however, feel like I'm going to pass out. The dresser was very heavy and I am not in shape. Gotta work on that. Soon.
Me = tired
Me = thirsty
Me = off balance
Me = happy because it turns out that I can fit all of me into the niche under the stairs
Me = stressed because I've been a fucking moron about A+P and I'm now behind... very behind. I've also discovered that it's impossible to do more than one chapter a day and expect to remember any of it.
There's still a pile of boxes surrounding the chair I'm sitting in, but the pile improves.
I, however, feel like I'm going to pass out. The dresser was very heavy and I am not in shape. Gotta work on that. Soon.
Me = tired
Me = thirsty
Me = off balance
Me = happy because it turns out that I can fit all of me into the niche under the stairs
Me = stressed because I've been a fucking moron about A+P and I'm now behind... very behind. I've also discovered that it's impossible to do more than one chapter a day and expect to remember any of it.