So, after feeling a bit awful I got into an anxiety spiral about not doing enough toward the move.
In response to this, I declared war on my shitty old chest of drawers.
It has been annoying me for years with its peeling surface, broken runners and awful degrading chipboard glue smell. So I boxed up all my stinking-of-old-glue clothes and moved the chest of drawers down to the skip. Myself. When my body was already angry at me.
This was a terribad plan.
I am going to be in SO much pain tomorrow.
Like, seven pain.
I am already having trouble lifting my arms, and my legs are all wobbly jelly.
I also got a copy of everything off my thesis computer before throwing it in the skip. It does mean that it has my thesis and my The Sims: Making Magic game on it still, as it sits in a skip waiting to be looted. Someone may steal my thesis. I hope it does them good.
I am pretty sure there is no information I shouldn't share on it. Maybe the English Departments details from 2007. And I mostly don't care.
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