Old mother hubbard doesn't have shit on my cupboard. Everything is packed away or thrown away. Our rooms are getting very bare and the boxes in the garage are multiplying. It's time. The movers will be here in 48 hours. Just breathe. Breathe...Ok enough lamaze bullshit. Let's break things.
I'm surprisingly composed. I'm not freaking out...yet. It's not goodbye. It's just See you later. This is what I repeat in my head, along with a lot of dirty words every time I break a dish. I have my headphones in at all times that I possibly can. My music is keeping me sane. Well, to the men in my house, possibly insane...I am prone to random dancing and singing fits. Normally only when I think they aren't looking or listening.
I don't really have a lot to say today. I will now return to my own little world.
Tip for the day:
People in cars cause accidents. Accidents in cars cause people.
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