It's my birthday. 37 years. I thought 38 last night, which shows the state of my brain right now.
I have two days to get my gf moved in. She's working, so it's on me to get it all done. My house is in chaos, her house is in chaos. I wish I could say that in two days I can breathe but I know that's not true. Alllll the unpacking starts then.
37 years and my life never slows down. That's OK. I will survive.
Stay tuned for more real posts. Eventually I will have time again. 馃榿
