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You know how you have one of those days, you know the one, where you just don’t give so much as half a fuck about what’s gotta be done or needs to be done, or you’d like to do and junk?

I’ve had one of those weeks.

It started off with a day that was going normally for a while, but then I got hit with this—this THING, this THING that had my head going “this will not do!” at everything in the apartment. By the time I had realized that this was the start of a freakout, I’d started dragging furniture around the apartment, repeating “Get him out of here, this place can’t stay like this” over and over like a Madness Mantra.

Ten minutes after this first sets in I’ve swept all the stuff that was on the floor into a single pile—and then picked up the book shelf and literally carried it from one side of the apartment to the other. Instant bigger look. I’d’ve moved the bed there, too, but the air conditioner (yep, the broken one) was still there and things tend to blow out of there when the weather gets weird. (Also, no window screen.)

Cedar chest? Moved TWICE: once to one side, then into the front of the closet space. It was then that I looked at the tupperware junk in the thing.

So the cedar chest now moves THRICE. I drag the chest of drawers out of the pantry (had to pick up and move a TV), put the tupperware bins in there, then I put the drawers in the closet space.

Short break in which I INTEND to get a drink but instead just rant.

Couch—big steel-frame leather bastard—moved for the fifth time this week and third time that day.

Reassemble a little table and put it in the corner—bingbangboom, space for a little office.

Move chair. Drop chair on foot. Curse colorfully and loudly.

Move chair again.

Move weights.

Move tupperware bin. Move tupperware bin again. And again.

Flop over. The place looks nothing like how it started—which was just what I needed.

I’m still tired from all of that. I was going to run errands, but I think instead I’ll cook for today and tomorrow so that I have dinner at the best time and lunch for tomorrow.

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