Thought I’d made progress, then the Under-The-Bed-Layer reared its ugly head.
DAMN YOU, UNDER THE BED LAYER. I’M TOO WEAK FOR THIS.
Packing everything, storing it at my friend’s house, leaving on Thursday, desperately trying to find employment for the summer, while finalising housing contracts and deposits and paying sibling back and reading for next year and maintaining a long distance relationship and generally not dying.
I CAN DO THIS, I’M A SUPERHERO.
The reward will be a beautiful home and much moolah and pretty dresses from the Dorothy Perkins sale and many rings and a week spent printing out pictures to put in reclaimed frames around my new gorgeous room with a sea view and original windows and high ceilings ^___^