This move has been physically and emotionally exhausting. The house is in really shitty condition. The landlord is doing everything I believe he has the ability to do to fix things, with repairmen visiting often. I get along well with my roommates and I feel the place has charm. We're still not done cleaning, and I need access to a ladder.

My grandfather died of liver cancer a week ago. I haven't heard more on the arrangements, but the funeral is bound to be soon if there's to be one.

School starts on Monday. My last day of work at Dial America was yesterday. I didn't stay the whole time.

Haven't let my feelings catch up with me yet. There will be a crippling day soon where it all hits at once, but not today.