swear this better be just like ‘Will & Grace’ or I am 86-ing this whole thing. Just sayin..

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Moving is entirerely too exhausting. The weather doesnt help. I’m a vagabond so I pack light. I guess helping Alex with his things is what wore me out. It feels like a dorm. Why am I moving into a something that resembles a dorm? I’m not being fair to the only person that matters. I’m not. 3 weeks have flown by since I’ve quit smoking. I don’t feel any different/healthier/better/faster/stronger. I don’t.