Can't sleep, boxes will eat me.
Did I tell everyone that I moved? Because... I moved. And now there are boxes, and they are all over, and there's babyproofing and unpacking and oh my god, work, and oh my god, I can't find my pants, and my brain hurts. And I'm buried underneath the giant pile of balls that I'm dropping (you there in the back, stop snickering because I said balls!), and I really, really apologize. I'll be back up and running as fast as I can.
As soon as I find where I packed my pants, anyway.
As soon as I find where I packed my pants, anyway.