Don't even start...

And I still...haven't left yet... .-_-

Got home from my second "last trip" to the post office to ship stuff and the roommate started going on about how I probably won't get my deposit back because the room is dirty. ::rolls eyes:: Not that I ever thought I'd get the deposit back anyway, 'cause I knew she'd find a way to keep it (though the room was kinda dirty... ... note the was..) So I've spent the past five hours cleaning.. It's ok now, though I'll have to go over it again tomorrow after I pack the rest of...everything in my car.

I'm FRUSTRATED. I just want to get all this over with already, but every time I say "I should be gone by..." something comes up and I'm not ready. Fuck, just let me go.

So I want to say "tomorrow," but...shit, "whenever" is the only real time I can give. .-_-


But the good news is...my shoulder is killing me. .>_> Why is good news?

It makes me more Tezuka! =D

Even though it's my right shoulder, but that works too, because I'm right handed whereas Tezuka's problem was with his left shoulder and he's left handed.

See! I really am channeling Tezuka! I win!

Hahaha! <--a lá Tuti


Ok, bed now. Exhausted, and have a lot of work to do tomorrow. Err...later today, that is... .o_o

Get GONE!

That's IT! I'm LEAVING!

Well, ok, not quite yet, but I will be soon.

But I'm going to take apart and pack my computer now, which officially starts the leaving process, 'cause it's the third to last thing I'll be doing.

Then clean the room...again.

Then load up the animals.

Then GONE!!

Fucking, FINALLY!


.-_-


And because somebody trained their dog to shit right in front of my car, my shoes now smell like canine feces. .-_- I washed them, so now my only pair of shoes are wet...and still smell like canine feces.

Splendid.