Moving Day, Take One, Scene Three
Never again! I’m not taking care of your junk ever again. You know who you are. 5000lb boxes that take two people to even move. I moved all my stuff over yesterday, except for some kitchen stuff, in about three hours. I’ve spent four hours already just getting “most” of the rest of your junk into the Quad. Three mini-fridges, three TVs, fifty boxes of varying sizes, shapes, and weights. No more!
On a lighter note, all that is really left to do in the apartment is clean. That alone will be hard, but at least it will be indoors. There is still alot of junk that I was “holding onto” for the summer for others in the attic over there, but I’m not moving it. They can go get it when they get here.
I slept in the Q4 for the first time in what feels like years. Although, I’ve never really enjoyed sleeping in this building when I’m the only one here. It feels … so empty. Ok, it IS empty, but you know what I mean. Every little noise catches my attention, while I would normally ignore them when others are around. Well, I should probably start cleaning up … I check-out at 8:30.