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As much as I fucking HATE moving, it is even WORSE when you have to do it pretty much entirely by yourself. Apparently, every single person I know is *just that busy*, which is not actually comforting the second time the mattress slides back down the stairs. Onto my foot. The same foot I dropped a mannequin on at work last night.

So, you know, I feel pretty justified in bursting into tears, right now. Fuck.