To the easssst side.
Okay, so my [our] new house is slightly southwest. Details, schmetails.
I finally tackled pretty much everything in the food cooking and consumption area. I had a shitty day at work yesterday and went apeshit on the kitchen when I got home. Gotta love those GRRR FUCKKKK I HATE YOU WATCH ME CLEAN THIS SHIT moods.
Between last night and today, I packed dishes, cleaned the oven, scrubbed the sink. All that's really left in there is clearing/wiping out the fridge, but that's last on my list right before all the floors are cleaned. I wish I could just snap my fingers and all this moving nonsense would be over with. It's a royal pain in my ass. [The crown is the worst part.]
Everything in my [our] apartment must be packed by the end of the night. It has to happen 'cause I only get truck use tomorrow and I need to make the best of it. I'm done with this place by March 31st and I really won't have time this week to move any more crap. It simply must be so!
I can has moar helpers? COME HERE NAO KTHXBAI.