I think it is full-fledged exhaustion that's set in. My first real day is tomorrow. I have to be back up in six hours, my shower is covered in bleach. My living room is half painted its cheery, lovely blue, while half repulsing me with its former peachy beige. I'm sleeping on a couch for the second night. My room seems to be wall-to-wall clothes; the space feeling mildly claustrophobic after my 500+ sq ft mustard haven. It took me a good half an hour to vacuum that haven once it was empty. My boxes of belongings riddle our new abode like grass in the forest. I'm pretty sure next time I'll just burn it all and start over; no moving. I do know I'm not allowed to buy any more books til I read all the ones I own.
My muscles may never be the same.
I do wonder what I'll eat for breakfast, and what I'll eat it off of...or with. Guess I'll finish cleaning the shower when I shower in the morning.
I don't recommend moving from one upstairs place to another right before starting a new job. The tired.
