The Happy Wall is no more (it was a stupid name anyway). Suprisingly it peeled off into one giant sheet, but I didn't have time to figure out a way to laminate and roll it. I now have a Happy Book that is far easier to hug. And stick on a shelf. The bottom part and the far right side did not fit, so I edited a little and have some extra pieces to mail to people. I didn't think packing would consume quite so much time. I am retarded. Sunday will be a lovely day of driving followed by a total lack of sleep due to me neglecting homework for the past five days.

The novel didn't work out either.

In eight hours I might never be in this house again. C'est la vie?

Boxes, boxes, I've been putting things in boxes.

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