It's so weird moving from one place to another and calling the second home just like that. It's going to take some getting used to that's for sure. I just wish the renovations were done. BUt nope, that would be too easy. God forbid.

I would get into the move and how insane that was but honestly i am so sick of this move and talking about this move that even the thought of saying another word about it puts even me to sleep. It's like this monster that has completely taken over every morsel of my being. I'm posessed by "the move." Quick, somebody call an exorcist!

Internet cafe's are depressing and smell like smoke and lack of deoderant. Yummy. I just want to go home! Wait soembody else lives there now. Boo hoo.

Okay well whatever. I'm tired.