Tomorrow my photo goes to a good home. I’m sad. {sniff sniff}

I love that stupid thing! But it doesn’t fit in my life anymore, both from a space perspective, and just because it’s of a person and from a time in my life that’s long gone, and honestly, it’s all best forgotten.

I’m a big girl now.

So my photo adopter and I pinky-swore not to murder each other, on account of the meeting-over-the-intertubes weirdness of the whole thing.

Also, The Bed comes tomorrow! Hooray! The bed is coming, the bed is coming!

And the cleaning people came today! Hooray! The apartment will be clean, the apartment will be clean!

And I need a drink! Hooray! I’m going to have drinks tonight, I’m going to have drinks tonight!

I’m exhausted, but I’m happy. And soon I will be exhausted, happy, and with any luck, drunk.