I'm tired. This apartment is a wreck. There are boxes and paper everywhere. Fortunately there are a good many more /empty/ boxes, but the clutter is starting to get to me. I really don't want to go start supper. I want the magic pizza man to come, but I'm really trying to not encourage us to eat out very much. I know things will get better, but there's just so much little stuff to do. I don't mind moving boxes around, but when you're trying to figure out where the measuring cups go and what to do with the pan that won't fit /anywhere/ it can get kind of frustrating.
Anyway, I feel better now that I've got that out of my system. I going to try and bust my rear off this couch and go put the spaghetti on.