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cyranoBy ten this morning it felt like my day was over. I'm tired and frustrated and a big whiny bitch. Spent most of my time wrestling stuff around and cleaning my room enough that I could fit my dresser into my closet, which will give me more working space in my room.
I had measured everything out and knew the dresser would fit in there. What I didn't measure was the size of the entry, and whether it would fit through that. It won't. And now, I realize, that I'm lucky I didn't wrench it in there because then I wouldn't have been able to open the drawers. Which somewhat defeats the purpose.
So my room and the hallway are a complete shambles, and access to the back half of the house is problematic at best, and I still have about eight million things that still need to be done. And there's food sitting on the counter which ostensibly was going to be breakfast. I think I can get it back into the refrigerator before it spoils.
I had measured everything out and knew the dresser would fit in there. What I didn't measure was the size of the entry, and whether it would fit through that. It won't. And now, I realize, that I'm lucky I didn't wrench it in there because then I wouldn't have been able to open the drawers. Which somewhat defeats the purpose.
So my room and the hallway are a complete shambles, and access to the back half of the house is problematic at best, and I still have about eight million things that still need to be done. And there's food sitting on the counter which ostensibly was going to be breakfast. I think I can get it back into the refrigerator before it spoils.