After finding out I had no work scheduled, I figured I'd do something fun, you know? Go out for lunch, shop a bit, maybe catch a movie? And then I found out that one of the upstairs rooms in the duplex was available.
In a rare moment of spontaneity, I suddenly found myself hauling all my possessions upstairs and into my new room. Thankfully I've had a lifetime of practice when it comes to regular moving (more than a dozen moves between myself and my friends), so I was at least able to pull this off single-handedly after a few grueling hours.
Pizza was obviously ordered for dinner, as is the moving day tradition, and I will likely pass out from sheer exhaustion once I'm done with this post.
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