heh

this morning, my boss asked if i was in a better mood than yesterday. i said i didn’t think so, he offered to help, and i said, “unpack my life!”
the surface of the kitchen is a mess. the sink is caked with acrylic paint. it was the first room in which we started putting things, so the box for the dehumidifier is acting as storage and garbage, simultaneously. other peoples’ painting accessories are randomly placed so i don’t forget to return them. the worst part is that we shoved every belonging into the downstairs bedroom, and we can’t find anything. even though i labeled each box. my favorite is the one that says “kitchen. knives!!1”
you’d think i’d be happy to have delivery food out of necessity, but it’s contrary to the plan.