Short version:
I'm not dead, I've just been working lots of hours and trying to move. Blair, Dria, and I moved the last of my stuff in last night, and now I have to start attacking the piles of boxes. Slight problem--I'm working 12-hour days all weekend. I don't know when I'll get it all done.
My roommates are going to hate me before we've even lived here for a week!
Wanna see something funny? Come in to my work when I've already been there for 11 hours, and see what I'm like then!
Oh, and by the way:
And I've got to get to this, or I'm never going to unpack this house.
One year ago today: So Logan and I just spent an hour arranging the posters on the wall. We hung them all, then decided to change them so that the themes and colors would match better. Then they had to be measured out perfectly. Then they all had to be evenly spaced. Finally, I got a tape measure, instead of just eyeballing it.
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