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This weather feels like someone is standing on my chest while I attempt to inhale some sort of cheese, perhaps a baked brie?

Last night, still deciding it was wiser to stay in, I got a bit stir crazy and thought it would be a good time to reorganize my apartment.

I took everything out of the closet, and cupboards, and made piles of the new, the old, and the totally fucking worthless.

It was at about that point I tired of the whole opperation; my shiney wood floors are now imprisoned beneath old text books and clothes my aunts bought me at Old Navy with the tags still on.