Feeling: used
Listening to: the waaaaaaaambulance...
Reading/Watching: Grey's Anatomy

Nothing I try to say comes out in anything other than a whine, so I'll just keep it brief.

First order of business: groceries. We need sandwich makings, breakfast food, and frozen dinners to take to work.

While we're out shopping, we might pick up some of the end tables and random things mon coeur left in storage at his old apartment, and bring them over.

Because the main bedroom is empty, and there's room for them now. The carpet looks like crap, because someone didn't bother to vacuum after moving out, but did bother to take the vacuum with her.

Good times.

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