I'm so burnt out on cleaning and unpacking and doing dishes and unpacking and driving and driving and driving in a three mile circle from my old house to my new apartment.

I am, at last, finished moving things. But I'm far from finished unpacking/organizing/agonizing.

This morning I went to make breakfast and realized I hadn't cleaned up after my last pickling session (I'm really into pickles) and I have dishes on top of dishes to do.

Anyway, I'm exhausted and have spent the morning watching T.V. and working on a college survival guide for my sister.

Now it's all about this:



And perhaps I'll bring myself to unpack my final boxes today, or not.