I have nothing real to say. I keep putting things in boxes, but the room still looks the same. I haven't written anything in days, and I'm exhausted for no particular reason. I think i might be getting sick. It's also possible it is all psychosomatic.
I got my schedule for this year and it's...well, it's something all right. I HAF ENWII. For my next trick, I will actually check my work email, which is almost certainly full and bouncing emails at this point.
But Freaky Friday is on, and that is quality.