2 weeks in someone else's house.
I am so tired. I feel like I haven't stopped since the previous weekend when I went to OktoberFest, and mostly, it is my fault. But today is cumulation day. Em and I waved V off as she moved back to England this morning, I've spent the evening packing the over-abundance of possessions I have accumulated as I have to move house again tomorrow, and last night I made duck dinner for 8 people, 4 of whom slept over (3 in a bed, 1 on the sofa, and me on the floor makes for a cramped, one-person apartment.)
And right now I have a job application to fill in, before my laptop completely dies. I would just like to sleep though. Because of course, packing to move necessitates unpacking at the other end.
And right now I have a job application to fill in, before my laptop completely dies. I would just like to sleep though. Because of course, packing to move necessitates unpacking at the other end.