No, I'm not really. I am however, impatiently awaiting the day I'm ALL MOVED OUT of Harlem. Fuck's sake, I know I need to make more of an effort, but I usually don't even know where to start when I'm there, so I just wind up taking stuff with me without throwing out stuff or organizing other stuff. I really need to not be paying rent there right now. It's draining me of money that I could be putting into the Etsy shop I'm launching soon... I'll be selling yarn I've recycled from thrift store sweaters, re-dyed, and re-plied on my drop spindle, along with complementing, one of a kind nail polish. I AM SO EXCITED, but I'm chomping at the bit. I need to spend more time up there, which I'm sure my fella will (grudgingly) understand. I might need someone with a car to help me at some point, which will be easily enough arranged. I just need to be out of there ASAP because this going back and forth thing is killing me.
Ok, I'm going to go play with some yarn. It'll make me feel better. The end.
Ok, I'm going to go play with some yarn. It'll make me feel better. The end.
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