I feel like all I do at night is pack boxes. And STILL have not touched the closet. It's like I'm willing my clothes to just pack themselves. Like in Mary Poppins - they will just magically float through the air and fold up nicely into the box. (Seriously. Why can't this happen.)
And my new stress is realizing that, since I'm getting a new cable provider, I have to watch everything on the DVR by next Thursday morning. AAAACK that's a lot of Real Housewives programming to cram into a week. Challenge accepted.
IHGB #342: The Tortured Poets Department
3 days ago
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