Okay, I guess that sounds much more ominous than it really is. Obviously I’m referring to the fact that on Sunday I’m moving to my new apartment. The packing is going very slow – or close to non-existant since I can’t seem to find the energy. I want to do it, but just can’t get started somehow. It’s what truly sucks with having exhaustion-depression or whatever the correct term is.
Today I took the first – and last! – bath in my bathtub. I figured I had to have used it at least once. It’s funny with bathtubs really. When you have one you never really get around to using it, but when you don’t have one you miss it! It was, however, really nice and relaxing.
There’s a few tv-series I watch, and I was very frustrated when two of them had episodes that ended with someone possibly dying. Meaning that I have to wait another week to find out what happens! Stupid cliffhangers…
Anyway, wish me luck with the move – I think the next time I write will be from my new apartment. That is, of course, assuming I can get internet to work there