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I am full of angst today. Our apartment is depressing me, as I am very tired of our Early College Student decor, but we can't afford the new furniture I want, and I haven't been able to find inexpensive frames so none of my art is up, and it is dark and gloomy in here, and my plants still haven't recovered fully from the move and some aren't going to make it, and there are extension cords running everywhere because there are no fucking grounded outlets anywhere in the living room, and argh the clutter and the mess and the stacks of books and... yeah. Angst, I tell you.
This weekend Amy's promised to help me do something about the clutter, and I'm going to buy another pair of bookcases, because we need those rather badly, and in a few months we'll probably be able to afford to replace our mangy old futon and recliner with a nice sofa and chair from this place, which will help tremendously. Just... impatient!
This weekend Amy's promised to help me do something about the clutter, and I'm going to buy another pair of bookcases, because we need those rather badly, and in a few months we'll probably be able to afford to replace our mangy old futon and recliner with a nice sofa and chair from this place, which will help tremendously. Just... impatient!