I skipped out of unfucking yesterday. Minor depressive episode that manifested in the intense need for a nap. Understandable, since I've been doing a majority of rearrangements on my only and it feels like I'm the only person doing anything.
I know bloody well that there's rearrangements happening in Brizvegas as Adorable's crew are sifting through their accumulated scrattle with an eye to what moves versus what's bought new because that stuff's just a better freaking idea.
I'm gonna scoop up all the loose clothing on my floor for a Laundromat run before bed tonight. I shall make it happen.
I'm going to get shit done.
Even when it feels like I'm the only one doing it.
Onwards to an attempt to do stuff.