Crys and I have successfully made it through another move - with bumps and bruises to prove it. Such battle scars come with lugging large pieces of furniture and hundreds of boxes up and down three flights of stairs, I guess. It feels nice to be out of our old place, though… bad vibes festering there, and such. This place is smaller, but not in an uncomfortable way. It’s just cozy. I loves it.

Now that that’s out of the way, I can finally re-focus all of my attention on the GRE. Apparently, however, I am choosing not to. Every night I find myself with a bit of free time, I’ll do something completely inane and boring in an attempt to keep myself from picking up that book and studying. I know that I need to do it. I don’t think it’s ever been so apparent, really. Upon returning to work on Monday after a mini-break last week, I realized that I need out of there. In fact, I specifically remember the phrase, “I cannot do this for the rest of my life,” going through my mind at one point. It was so depressing. I need to do something about this.

It’s times like this that I wish I wasn’t so fucking lazy. *le sigh*

Work is kicking my ass right now. 58 hour weeks for the rest of the summer. My wallet will be getting fatter, true - but what will happen to what’s left of my sanity?! Oh, the horror.

The Potter comes out in a month. I think I just peed a little. *keyboardsmashlikewoah*