burnout

please kill me. i can't wait till this move is over. just one more week, just one more week... and i haven't even had it that bad, considering. i just can't stand looking around my dank, festering apartment any longer. plus all this planning and arranging is really cutting into my Futurama time.

on top of that, my computer is on the fritz. i barely know my own name anymore. will life ever go back to normal?

*thinking hard about what my normal life consists of*

ok, maybe not *normal*...