in the beginning i was moving at such a speed i was hoping to come back here in four hours and say "LOOK! i'M DONE ALREADY!"

but no.

three bags unpacked, many breaks, some food, a shower, a headache, and a episode of duckman about hamlet later, i was asleep.

and my room wasn't done.

duhnduhnduhn.

woke up at 630. awfuckit, and went back to sleep. woke up at 930, fearful of my father wielding a trashcan and wondering if crying or blocking his way in would be a better defense. don't know whether it was fear or what, but i did it.

IN ONE FUCKING HOUR.

i hate myself.

but i have learned something from this whole ordeal.

busta rhymes is my mary poppins, yo.