Life in boxes

Moving sucks. Everything gets tossed around, all your stuff is pushed to the side, everything you've been working on goes on the back burner. I'm sort of done. I finished my apartment, the packing, the cleaning, the walk through. Now I've been trying to get the rooms in the new place situated, the kids and my own, though the kids more so then mine because I don't want Bubbaloo to start school and then the first day be running around piles of stuff just laying about their room. Its amazing how much junk they have for two little kids. I've been so busy I've done little else with my time except laundry. So much laundry. That's pretty much why I've been MIA. Three weeks of nothing but packing and cleaning and unpacking, though only a few things here or there because not everything can be unpacked, in fact most things will be kept in boxes.

I haven't done much studying or working out, I should be, but I'm just so tired at the end of most days, it just doesn't happen. I'm hoping to get back into it tonight and keep up with it for the next two weeks so I can go speak with the recruiter.

I started a bunch of letters and they too have been neglected, if I owe you one, I apologize, I have been very busy. On the topic of keeping in touch with people, so many people ask me about Facebook. I would just like to make this clear once and for all. I do not have one, I shall never have one. I believe Facebook is from the devil, not literally of course, I'm not so sure he knows how to code, but it's mostly made up of drama llamas and whores and usually it's the same person. I'm too tired to bother with any more nonsense.

On a side note, I finished the four paintings that I gave as thank yous to the apartment managers and the maintenance man.

The Falls by ~Katalalyn on deviantART

Purple Winter by ~Katalalyn on deviantART

Moon Wave by ~Katalalyn on deviantART

The Calm by ~Katalalyn on deviantART