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I'm suddenly quite cranky. My back hurts. I just realized I have quite a few days of intense activity in front of me. Moving, 8 hour car ride, SLOAN!!!!!!!, 8 hour car ride, moving, moving, moving. I am tired and sore thinking about it. I know everyone is sick of me complaining about my lack of desire to pack. But I don't want to pack. Just don't. There is an internal force that is adamantly opposed to the very idea of such activity.
And my apartment is hot but I also don't feel like turning on the AC. I've turned into my father. But it's night time, right? It'll cool down soon, and then it'll be a total waste to have ever turned on the AC. Don't want that. One of the first things I'm buying for new apartment is a damn counter top dishwasher. I've lived enough life without a dish washer. I fucking hate doing dishes. HATE.
And my apartment is hot but I also don't feel like turning on the AC. I've turned into my father. But it's night time, right? It'll cool down soon, and then it'll be a total waste to have ever turned on the AC. Don't want that. One of the first things I'm buying for new apartment is a damn counter top dishwasher. I've lived enough life without a dish washer. I fucking hate doing dishes. HATE.