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I have been to Med Group (we were there from literally 10:30-1:30 I wish I was kidding), cleaned out my dresser and our closets, gotten a little bit of The Only Easy Day done (I was doing good then cleaning distracted me), taken a nap, renewed our lease, helped the husband fix the split in the bottom of his foot (if he'd just put lotion and oil on them like I keep fucking telling him too that wouldn't of happened), chased the dog down which resulted in my getting to test my new asthma medication (I'm now on two and one I have to take every day, oh joy), cleaned my bathroom and washed all of the laundry.
Now of that I still have to put all the laundry away, which is how I ended up doing what I like to call the yearly "Do I really want to unpack this when we PCS again" cleaning. I haven't touched the boxes we still haven't unpacked yet. We're down to seven from when we first got to Vegas. We leave Vegas in 18 months. In 15 months I'll know where we're going. So we'll probably still have those seven boxes even then.
I know we have 7 boxes because I went to clean out the closet and discovered three of them when I fell and smashed my shoulder that I JUST got shots in. So. In conclusion. Fuck all the things. I'm playing Dragon City for at least a half an hour and then getting my things together for work tomorrow and going to bed. Somewhere in there I'll take my shower.