InsaneJournal

Current mood:	ugh
Entry tags:	apartment of lies, painscale 5

Apt of Lies (and gross crap)
Just spent almost an hour (45 mins or so) shifting more things from the back bedroom. Not in any sort of orderly packing and exodus. But because the bucket that catches the nasty water from the (now even nastier, mold encrusted, LARGER) hole in there is full. I'm in no shape at all to empty that bucket. So i dragged boxes across the floor to take them to the outer room so once the inevitable happens - bucket overflowing - my stuff doesn't get wet and icky and gross.

Not everything is out, of course. Cause again, I AM LIMPING and in pain. But I got a good bit of the last out and I moved some stuff closer to the door and further away from where the mess will spread by the hole and bucket. And of course the living area feels even more crowded now, but -whatever-. I'm moving. Just hve to remind myself of that.

Now to recover so I can go do the movign errands I'd had planned for today, like photocopying, etc.

Maybe if I feel better, I'll completely remove everything from the back room.

Make that if I feel better and can figure out where to put everything. I still have no idea how exactly I'm meant to pack in this kind of confusion. My solution of bagging might actually be the only solution. Since the more stuff I bag (and thus can lightly handle) the more I'll be able to get to the boxes that need taping down. A kind of minimal organization.

Haven't eaten yet and my anxieties are going 200% and counting. Need to send off the lease despite the pain I'm in today. Or maybe I just won't bother with photocopying it and just hobble downstairs and stick it in the mailbox in the lobby.