Exhausted after conning John to help us carry the rest of my shit up the stairs from the cars. He disappointingly refused to carry anything that might have come in contact with my underwear (which in my opinion is silly since all the dirty clothes are still at Kay’s house). Regardless, now that all my shit is up here, the only things left to move to the apartment are Kay’s (and my trunk and bike and a few odds and ends but thats just semantics) and we should be totally moved in by the end of the week. Or the end of next week.

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